Luyện nghe bài hát What Up

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

To all my Houston Texas country
Baby let me hit that liquor and that blunt you
And after that I'ma throw fuckin' "young money" up
And we can both it fall like it's bungee jumpin'
Man I'm so high, next time we smoke all of that ounce you buy
Oooh, I forgot to blow the candles out
'Cause I don't really want to 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 to drink it way down
What up Bun my
Man you know we down
And I'm an honoray resident in UGK
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I never give a fuck about what any say
The music all slow and the all pretty
Me and Pimp to do it for the city in this thing

[Chorus -
What up? up?
in this bitch
What up? up?
Me and about to do it for the city
What up? up?
What up? up?

[Verse 2 - C]
by the ton
Bricks from
Millionnaire nothin'
on hustlin'
Pussy a commodity but a dick sell
Went from Dickies and high shoes to a cashmere
Paint that got than it was in '94
The drink that got thicker and the weed rolled
'96 with the stick on the floor
Now its Bentely four with Patron on the low
Light wood nigga, fuck Hilfiger
Jammin' Slim Thug, belly of drugs
Young nigga, underdog nigga
Yellow lights on the Masa' do the fall nigga
Yellow on my finger
in the car
My dick wanna but my pockets say stop
Not 'cause they empty I'm 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 soul
is dead I'm gettin' blowed
Ridin', bangin', gettin' in the candy painted low
grill in front of it
Belts on the back of it, my homie shoes runnin'
And shorty on the side of me is straight up off the King
Don't care what say long as the king love her
Wish I could her that I don't but it would kill her
I keep on grippin' grains, drippin' stains
Bein' trilla, ain't another realer
Blowin' thousand killa
With that Filipino flow I just got it from Manila
'Bout to snow up in my
So let me put on my
In the 'Rari doin' donuts my name was J. Dilla
All about the skrilla so just point me to the
Keep the work up in the attic and the in the cella
Your girl up in the second for the fella's
You see us in the back all you gotta do is tell us