Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the like a matador
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of
Build the gods and double knowledge of self
visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak nigga down
So what you want, the cheese or the
You the chicks but you want the cheese
A gotta eat
I'm havin' the you niggas 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 come and outline
You ain't of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga a bum bitch
shoes come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fakers
What kind of rich nigga look like that

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
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 Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Visualize I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record
Murder one manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
Fuck you fucked over your father when 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 second million dollars, bought a chopper and a
I'm scared, shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite
Debating on should I her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' 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
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

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

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' 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 on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!