Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit a matador
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak nigga down
So what you want, the or the chicks'
You want the chicks but you want the
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 and outline
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum
Your come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What of rich nigga bitch look like that

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm out a knot
with 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 I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that have a (what else?)
Guns in your video get you in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my clean
Murder one manslaughter as soon as they brought up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked your father when 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, bought a and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your singer
Debating on should I her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
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 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 on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

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

You all when we pullin' 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
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!