Luyện nghe bài hát Where Do We Go

Bro, what's
It's 'bout time, real niggas link up
no further a due
I give you Yung and Twista, let's get it in

Where do we go from
Now that all of the are grown up
And I will my time
Knowing nobody gives us a

Aye
(Aye)
If y'all niggas don't get ya right
This time you know sayin'
I'm giving till the end of 07 'bout 08
(Where we going?)
My bank account gon' have eight that is
go
(Let's go)

Nobody gave me
I made 50 of a
I made 100
I ran to the block
Bounced back with the like
(Take it all, you me)
Yes, sir

Niggas better get wit the
I'm on a track
But I kill a jam
Oh man,
(Take it all, you me)

YB gang, that's the new
Brand new chain is straight from
Mo shoes, mo
(Take it all, you me)
Mo clothes, mo brain, oh

You seen a few niggas
Wit a yang me
Never really had doh and shorty my
rolled around in a drop top V

Like me, like we, YB, us
Too fast, too
(Take it all, you me)
Young Buck, up, yep

I'ma time player
Shorty, don't weed
She a time hater and
Why her hand, my paper is
(Take it all, you me)
Few taller than a

Niggas know how to ride the 101
Big shotgun and I buy one and another
(And another)
And
(And another)
(Take it all, you me)
going, is you wit it?

You ain't got shit to say you did it
You ain't came from nothin' and blew wit it
(But)
Who did it?
(Yep)
I did it
YB, the new

do we go from here?
Where do we go here?
(Take it all, you me)

Where we going from niggas?
I know we going
But you going?
Don't the train nigga

Headed straight to the Boss mansion
South side up
top of the world
West side get up K-Town, get 'em

Now, now, I'm a old G in the and ya knew one day
A nigga was gon' come along and spit real shit
Wanna bet,
(Take it all, you me)
he too much of a thug for you
Wanna be ballers out here to with

it competition, go sit on the couch for him
If he need I'ma hand it out for him
If he a pistol I'ma hand it out for him
(Take it all, you me)
Yung Berg and the and I'll vouch for him, that's me

Could spit it just so I spit it
Flow a just so flow a, fuck her like I could fuck her
(Take it all, you me)
Do her like I do her, get it how you got to get it

Me and my boy up on tha block
by the building
Just the money up to the ceiling
no penicillin finna hit 'em
When I'm dealing wit 'em ask Yung
Where we go we kill 'em?

'Cuz we gettin' and the roof gon' be so wicked
Is the reason we can it how we kick
And the reason why we pull up on the 30's
(Take it all, you me)
And the Hummers and we give a fuck
If we get a and

Why I pay a hundred for a watch?
Five for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of jeans
And thirty thousand for a
(Take it all, you me)
Two hundred for all cops on the first
Got on the books

And we got the dollars for
And the and the Hummers
And I'm throwing out the figgas
Yung B E R to the G wit the TB some
And we never taking from off another nigga

Every time I had mo of to
Niggas think I be
But I got mo in the
score about 80 on 'em

And go in the
(Take it all, you me)
I'ma take a of ya chip
And go to the bank so, uh

Where do we go from
Where do we go from
(Take it all, you me)

Yes sir, niggas Dr Wine wasn't nothing
3 years later Dr Wine got a
4 years later now love it
(Take it all, you me)
God fucking

said June wasn't that hot
JB back and I was gon' flop
Now we on top like dog I ya
(Take it all, you me)

M holla what's miss ride out
Let these
Know what we talk
Left lane, Boss

Get ya money we 'bout to turn the out
We about to take it to the white house
Cook crack clean it up then I down
Everything I see we I come around
(Take it all, you me)
state every hood that I've been around

84th, seen to the buggie down
Niggas know I blow when I put it down
Niggas know I got love, niggas I been plugged
(Take it all, you me)
right I'ma a prince of the Chi-Town

So where my side niggas at right now
We all line up in a single file
And give the world something they can sing about
(Take it all, you me)

Rule 1, better live what you bout
Rule 2, don't slip when you out
Rule 3, heat when you leave out
Rule 4, don't rush nigga out
(Take it all, you me)
And Rule 5, or die

Cop shit that the ballers buy
that wip that the ballers drive
Big GT Royce Chevy that's ridin'
Swang on 'em you ridin' by and I'm gone

Where do we go here?
Where do we go here?
(Take it all, you me)

Yea, the boss, baby
what you made me
Where we going from
So you ridin' wit us so good
You could be this or that

Yea, so there you it
Eat fucking heart out on this one
Berg, Twista, ugh