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 knowledge of
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge
That pussy make a nigga break down
So what you want, the cheese or the
You the chicks but you want the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas shit to me
than the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
You be next nigga coroners come and outline
You ain't made of I'm made of
You a bum with a bum bitch
Your shoes come from
Counterfeit, fakers
What kind of rich nigga look like 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 with the glock, won't it out a lot
But front, make it pop
Y'all 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)
Penalized every ho that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my clean
Murder one manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick
Should have been a bitch in
I made my first million fucking
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite
on should I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her like I knew 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 stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
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 Louis
We up, nigga!

pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones my neck bitch
It feels like a nigga
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas
Bulls eye, that's what we for
The bread, now a nigga run the boy
I should've sent the to report what's in the yard
Aloof livin', I came up so
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 stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
Strapped the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!