Luyện nghe bài hát Where Do We Go

Bro, what's
'bout time, real Chi-Town niggas link 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 respond my time
nobody gives us a hand

Aye
(Aye)
If y'all niggas get ya money right
This time you 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
I made 100
I ran to the block
Bounced back the work like
(Take it all, you me)
Yes, sir

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

YB gang, the new thang
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 like 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

I'ma prime time
Shorty, smoke weed
She a high time and
Why date her hand, my is
(Take it all, you me)
Few than a skyscraper

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

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

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

Headed to the Yung Boss mansion
side stand up
Location top of the
side 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' along and spit that real shit
bet, what?
(Take it all, you me)
That he too of a thug for you
Wanna be ballers out to deal with

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

Could spit it just so I could it
Flow a just so could flow a, fuck her 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 up on tha block
Hustling by the
Just the money up to the ceiling
Ain't no finna hit 'em
When I'm wit 'em ask Yung Berg
we go after we kill 'em?

'Cuz we gettin' money and the gon' be so wicked
Is the we can kick 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 fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a of jeans
And thousand for a Charger
(Take it all, you me)
Two hundred for all cops on the look
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 shit from off another nigga

Every 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 a chunk of ya chip
And go to the bank so, uh

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

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

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 what's miss ride out
Let these
Know what we about
lane, Yung Boss

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

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

So where my south side niggas at 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, live what you speak bout
Rule 2, don't when you creep out
Rule 3, grab heat you leave out
Rule 4, don't nigga ease out
(Take it all, you me)
And 5, fall or die

Cop shit that the ballers buy
that wip that the ballers drive
Big GT Chevy that's ridin' high
on 'em when 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
Look what you me
Where we from here?
So you ridin' wit us so good
You be with this or that

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