Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the 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
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge
That pussy make a weak nigga down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You want the chicks but you want the
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the you niggas ain't shit to me
Worse than the scum in the I'm from
I'm a nigga, yeah I'm 'bout mine
You be next nigga coroners come and outline
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum
Your shoes come Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
kind of rich nigga bitch look like that

You all when 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, 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 needed and (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that have a (what else?)
Guns in your video get you in a bing
Yeah, I a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as brought up
Charity work, parking and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a
Should been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, shit don't 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 mouth like I I could have kids, K-Dot

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the glock, won't 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
VS stones around my neck bitch
It feels like a nigga
Seat back, music bumpin', leanin'
Bulls eye, what we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've sent the broad to report what's in the
Aloof livin', I came up so
No pain, no gain, embedded 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
on stuntin' 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
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!