Luyện nghe bài hát Where Do We Go

Bro, poppin'?
It's 'bout time, Chi-Town niggas link up
no further a due
I give you Yung Berg and Twista, get it in

Where do we go here?
Now all of the children are grown up
And I will my time
Knowing gives us a hand

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

Nobody gave me
I 50 of a pack
When I 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 from Hussein
Mo shoes, mo
(Take it all, you me)
Mo clothes, mo brain, oh

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

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

prime time player
Shorty, don't smoke
She a high time and
Why date her hand, my is
(Take it all, you me)
Few than a skyscraper

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

You got shit to say less you did it
You ain't never 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 from
(Take it all, you me)

we going from here niggas?
I know where we
But where you
miss the train nigga

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

Now, now, I'm a old G in the city and ya one day
A nigga was gon' come along and spit real shit
bet, what?
(Take it all, you me)
he too much of a thug for you
Wanna be ballers out to deal 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 and the Twista and I'll vouch for him, that's me

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

Me and my boy came up on tha
Hustling by the
Just stacking the up to the ceiling
Ain't no finna hit 'em
When I'm dealing wit 'em ask Berg
Where we go after we 'em?

'Cuz we gettin' money and the roof gon' be so
Is the reason we can it how we kick
And it's the why we pull up on the 30's
(Take it all, you me)
And the Hummers and we don't a fuck
If we get a and

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

M holla what's good ride out
Let these
Know what we about
Left lane, Yung

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yea, it's the boss,
Look you made me
Where we going from
So you wit us so good luck
You could be with this or

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