Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit a matador
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, of wealth
Build with the gods and double of self
Entrepreneur visions, Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak break down
So what you want, the cheese or the
You want the but you want the cheese
A gotta eat
I'm the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me
than the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
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 shoes come Vegas
Counterfeit, fakers
What kind of rich nigga bitch look like

You all when we pullin' 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, make it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he you a dick
have been a bitch in pajamas
I made my million fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this don't happen to everybody
I'm on looking at your favorite singer
on should I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids,

You all when 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 with the glock, pull 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!

Good pussy for dinner, bomb for breakfast
VS stones around my neck bitch
It feels like a dreamin'
Seat back, bumpin', niggas leanin'
eye, that's what we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've the broad to report what's in the yard
Aloof livin', I up so hard
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
with 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!