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 the gods and double knowledge of self
visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak nigga break
So what you want, the cheese or the
You want the but you want the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you ain't shit to me
Worse than the scum in the I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm mine
You be that next nigga coroners come and
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum with a bum bitch
Your shoes come from
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich nigga bitch look that

You all know when we 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 ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho that have a scheme (what else?)
in your video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record
one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father 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, a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit don't to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite
Debating on should I fuck her or 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 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, I'll it pop
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

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

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 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!