Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

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

Visualize everything I and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a
Yeah, I a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as as they brought up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he you a dick
have been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite
Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the glock, pull 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!

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

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on and I'm pullin' out a knot
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!