Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit a matador
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, of wealth
Build with the and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Rouge religion
That make a weak nigga break down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You the chicks but you want the cheese
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, yeah I'm 'bout
You be next nigga coroners come and outline
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 bitch look that

You all know 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, 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 I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that have a (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a
Yeah, I a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father he gave you a dick
Should have been a in pajamas
I my first 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 don't to everybody
I'm on Instagram at your favorite singer
Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids,

You all know when we 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
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 kush for
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck
It feels like a dreamin'
Seat back, bumpin', niggas leanin'
eye, that's what we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've sent the broad to report in the yard
Aloof livin', I up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's 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 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
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!