Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit like a
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the and double knowledge of self
visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That make a weak nigga break down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You want the chicks but you want the
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't to me
Worse the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a nigga, yeah I'm 'bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners and outline
You ain't of what I'm made of
You a bum with a bum bitch
Your come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fakers
What kind of rich 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
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!

everything 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 record
Murder one become as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking and no charges
nigga 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 favorite singer
Debating on I fuck 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 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, 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
VS stones around my neck bitch
It feels like a nigga
Seat back, bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, that's what we for
The bread, now a nigga run the boy
I should've sent the broad to report in the yard
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 when 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, 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!