Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the like a matador
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, of wealth
Build with the and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin religion
That make a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the or the chicks'
You want the chicks but you the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't to me
than the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm 'bout
You be that next nigga coroners come and
You ain't made of what I'm of
You a bum nigga with a bum
Your come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich nigga 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
with the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I needed and (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho that have a scheme (what else?)
in your video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no
Fuck nigga you fucked over father when he gave you a dick
Should have been a bitch in
I made my first million fucking
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your singer
on should I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
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, we pullin' down the top
Shine's on 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 ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, bomb for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck
It feels a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, 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 report in the yard
Aloof livin', I came up so
No pain, no gain, it's in the brain
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
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!