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 gods and double of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin religion
That pussy make a weak nigga down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You want the chicks but you the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas 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 coroners come and
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum
Your shoes from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What of rich nigga bitch look like that

You all know when we 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
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 have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you in a bing
Yeah, I kill a quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a
have been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million fucking
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit don't happen to
I'm on Instagram at your favorite singer
on should I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her mouth I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

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
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 for breakfast
Deep-colored VS around my neck bitch
It like a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas
Bulls eye, that's we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the boy
I should've sent the to report what's in the yard
livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

You all know when we 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, won't it out a lot
But front, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!