Luyện nghe bài hát Where Do We Go

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

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

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

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

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

YB gang, the new thang
Brand new chain is straight Hussein
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
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 her hand, my paper is
(Take it all, you me)
Few taller than a

Niggas better know how to 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 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

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

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

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

Now, now, I'm a old G in the and ya knew one day
A nigga was come along and spit that 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 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 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 came up on tha
Hustling by the
Just the money up to the ceiling
Ain't no finna hit 'em
I'm dealing wit 'em ask Yung Berg
Where we go after we 'em?

'Cuz we gettin' and the roof gon' be so wicked
Is the reason we can it how we kick
And it's the reason why we pull up on the
(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
fifty for a ounce 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 dollars for
And the Thumpers and the
And I'm out the other figgas
Yung B E R to the G wit the TB killas
And we never taking shit off another nigga

Every I had mo of to dank
think I be finish
But I got mo in the
I'ma score 80 on 'em

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

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

Yes sir, niggas said Dr Wine nothing
3 years Dr Wine got a budget
4 later now everybody love it
(Take it all, you me)
God damn

said 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 miss ride out
Let motherfuckers
what we talk about
Left lane, Yung

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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