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, accumulations of
Build the gods and double knowledge of self
visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak break 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 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 of what I'm made of
You a bum with a bum bitch
shoes come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich nigga look like that

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped 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!

Visualize everything I needed and (uh-huh)
every ho nigga that have 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 manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he you a dick
Should have been a in pajamas
I made my million fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram at your favorite singer
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 knew I could kids, K-Dot

You all know when we 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
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

Good for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck
It feels a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, bumpin', niggas leanin'
eye, that's what we came 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 embedded in the
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the

You all know 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
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!