Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit like a
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, of wealth
Build the gods and double knowledge of self
visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy a weak nigga break down
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 niggas ain't to me
Worse than the in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners come and
You ain't made of I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum
Your shoes from Vegas
Counterfeit, fakers
What kind of rich nigga bitch look like

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
Strapped the glock, won't 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!

Visualize everything I needed and (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as as they brought up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your when he gave you a dick
Should have a bitch in pajamas
I made my first fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite
Debating on 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 know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we 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, 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!

Good pussy for dinner, kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck
It like a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', leanin'
Bulls eye, what we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the 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 when 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 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!