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
visions, Moulin 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 scum in the slum I'm
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners come and
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum
Your shoes come Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of nigga bitch look like that

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm 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 ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Visualize I needed and dream (uh-huh)
every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they up
Charity work, parking and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over father when he gave you a dick
Should have been a bitch in
I my first million fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit happen to everybody
I'm on looking at your favorite singer
Debating on I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her mouth like I I could have kids, K-Dot

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

Good pussy for dinner, kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS around my neck bitch
It feels a nigga dreamin'
back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, that's we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've sent the broad to 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, the fame

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, I'll it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!