Luyện nghe bài hát Where Do We Go

Bro, poppin'?
It's 'bout time, real Chi-Town link up
Without no a due
I give you Yung Berg and Twista, get it in

do we go from here?
Now that all of the are grown up
And I respond my time
Knowing gives us a hand

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

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

better get wit the program
I'm fast on a
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 done seen a few
Wit a yang me
Never really had doh and like my
Never rolled around in a top V

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

I'ma prime 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 another one and
(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 came from 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)

Where we going from here
I know we going
But you going?
Don't miss the nigga

Headed straight to the Yung 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 city and ya one day
A was gon' come along and spit that real shit
Wanna bet,
(Take it all, you me)
That he too of a thug for you
Wanna be ballers out here to with

it competition, go sit on the couch for him
If he need work I'ma it out for him
If he need a pistol 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 could it
Flow a just so could 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 came up on tha
by the building
Just stacking the up to the ceiling
Ain't no penicillin hit 'em
When I'm dealing wit 'em ask Berg
Where we go after we kill

'Cuz we money and the roof gon' be so wicked
Is the we can kick 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 give a
If we get a and

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

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

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

And go in the
(Take it all, you me)
take a chunk of ya chip
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 Dr Wine wasn't nothing
3 later Dr Wine got a budget
4 years later now everybody 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 dog I told ya
(Take it all, you me)

M holla good miss ride out
Let these
Know what we talk
Left lane, Yung

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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