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

Where do we go here?
Now that all of the children are up
And I respond my time
Knowing nobody us a hand

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

Nobody me nothing
I made 50 of a
When I 100
I ran to the block
Bounced back with the 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 a few niggas
Wit a yang me
Never had doh and shorty like my
Never rolled around in a top V

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

I'ma prime player
Shorty, smoke weed
She a time hater and
Why date her hand, my 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 ain't got to say less you did it
You ain't never came nothin' and blew wit it
(But)
Who did it?
(Yep)
I did it
YB, the new

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

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

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

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

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

Could spit it so I could spit it
Flow a just so could flow a, 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
Hustling by the
Just the money up to the ceiling
Ain't no penicillin hit 'em
When I'm dealing wit 'em ask Berg
Where we go after we 'em?

'Cuz we gettin' and the roof gon' be so wicked
Is the reason we can kick it how we
And the reason 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 dollars for a
Five fifty for a ounce a kush, fifty for a pair of jeans
And thousand for a Charger
(Take it all, you me)
Two hundred for all on the first look
Got on the books

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 taking shit from off nigga

Every I had mo of to dank
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)
I'ma a chunk of ya chip
And then go to the so, uh

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

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

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

M holla good miss ride out
Let these
Know we talk about
lane, Yung Boss

Get ya we 'bout to turn the lights out
We to take it straight to the white house
Cook crack 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 know I blow weed when I put it
Niggas know I got love, know I been plugged
(Take it all, you me)
That's right I'ma a prince of the

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

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

Cop that shit that the buy
Ride that wip that the drive
Big GT Royce that's ridin' high
Swang on 'em 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 going here?
So you wit us so good luck
You could be with this or

Yea, so you have it
Eat your fucking heart out on one
Berg, Twista, ugh