Luyện nghe bài hát What Up

[Verse 1 -
High rollers, up?
Drinks Houston, up?
Onyx, up?
You does it baby you it baby
nights, what's up?
Treasures, up?
Legends, up?
Just love me just love me baby

To all my Houston Texas muffins
Baby let me hit that liquor and that you puffin'
And after I'ma throw that fuckin' "young money" up
And we can both watch it fall like it's bungee
Man I'm so high, next time we won't smoke all of that you buy
Oooh, I almost forgot to blow the out
'Cause I really want to fall asleep and light this house on fire
Goodnight, I'm still up, I my girl to lay down
I see the bottle is full, I'm 'bout to it way down
What up Bun my
Man you know we stay
And I'm an resident in UGK town
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I never give a fuck what any nigga say
The music all slow and the bitches all
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city in thing

[Chorus -
up? What up?
H-Town in bitch
What up? up?
Me and Pimp about to do it for the
What up? up?
up? What up?

[Verse 2 - C]
by the ton
Bricks crumbs
from nothin'
Mind on
Pussy a but a dick sell better
Went Dickies and high shoes to a cashmere sweater
Paint that got wetter it was in '94
The drink that got thicker and the weed rolled
'96 with the stick on the floor
Now its four do's with Patron on the low
Light wood nigga, fuck Hilfiger
Jammin' Thug, belly fulla of drugs
Young hard nigga, nigga
lights on the Masa' do the fall pussy nigga
Yellow on my finger
in the car
My dick wanna fuck but my pockets say
Not 'cause they I'm just greedy for somemo'
I need some mo' dough I'm a P.I.M.P. fo'

3 - Bun B]
Well its the O.G.
I got the neighbourhood
Kush is dead I'm blowed
Ridin', bangin', gettin' throwed in the candy low
Chrome in front of it
Belts on the back of it, my homie runnin' shit
And on the side of me is straight up off the King cover
Don't care what anybody say long as the love her
I could tell her that I don't but it would kill her
I just keep on grippin' grains, drippin'
trilla, ain't another brotha realer
Blowin' thousand dollar
With that Filipino that I just got it from Manila
'Bout to snow up in my
So let me put on my
In the 'Rari doin' donuts like my was J. Dilla
All the skrilla so just point me to the dealer
Keep the up in the attic and the money in the cella
Your girl up in the second for the fella's
You see us in the back than all you do is tell us