Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the like a matador
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin religion
That pussy make a weak break down
So what you want, the or the chicks'
You the chicks but you want the cheese
A gotta eat
I'm the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me
than the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
You be that next nigga come and outline
You ain't of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga a bum bitch
Your shoes come from
Counterfeit, fakers
What of rich nigga bitch look like that

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the glock, won't it out a lot
But front, make it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Visualize I needed and dream (uh-huh)
every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a
Should have a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a
I'm scared, this shit don't happen to
I'm on Instagram at your favorite singer
Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could kids, K-Dot

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
Strapped the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

Good for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones my neck bitch
It feels like a dreamin'
back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, that's what we for
The bread, now a nigga run the boy
I should've sent the broad to what's in the yard
Aloof livin', I up so hard
No pain, no gain, embedded in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
Shine's on and I'm pullin' out a knot
with the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!