Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

You all know we pullin' 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!

everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a
Yeah, I a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked your father when he gave you a dick
Should been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first fucking 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 to everybody
I'm on looking at your favorite singer
Debating on I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her mouth like I I could have kids, K-Dot

You all when 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, 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, kush for breakfast
VS stones around my neck bitch
It feels like a nigga
Seat back, 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 report in the yard
livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
Shine's on and I'm pullin' out a knot
with the glock, won't 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!