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, of wealth
Build with the gods and double of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin religion
pussy make a weak nigga break down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
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 in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm 'bout
You be that next nigga come and outline
You ain't made of I'm made of
You a bum with a bum bitch
shoes come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fakers
kind of rich nigga bitch look like that

You all when 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, won't 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 and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that have a (what else?)
in your video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over father when he gave you a dick
Should have a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit don't 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 like I knew I have kids, K-Dot

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we 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, 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!

pussy 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 broad to report in the yard
Aloof livin', I up so hard
No pain, no gain, embedded in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

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 Vuittons
We up, nigga!