Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the like a matador
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, of wealth
Build with the gods and knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge
That pussy make a weak break down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You want the but you want the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you ain't shit to me
than the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners 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 when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' 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!

everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you in a bing
Yeah, I kill a quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as as they brought up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you over your father when he gave you a dick
Should have been a bitch in
I made my first fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit don't to everybody
I'm on looking at your favorite singer
Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids,

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm 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!

Good for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my bitch
It feels a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas
Bulls eye, that's what we for
The bread, now a run the game 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 embedded in the
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 stuntin' and I'm out a knot
Strapped with the glock, 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 Vuittons
We up, nigga!