Luyện nghe bài hát Where Do We Go

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'ma prime time
Shorty, don't weed
She a time hater and
Why her hand, my paper is
(Take it all, you me)
Few than a skyscraper

Niggas know how to ride 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 got shit 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

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

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

Headed straight to the Yung mansion
side stand 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
Wanna bet,
(Take it all, you me)
That he too much of a for you
be ballers out here to deal with

Make it competition, go sit on the for him
If he need work I'ma 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 it just so I could spit it
Flow a just so could flow a, fuck her 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
When I'm dealing wit 'em ask Yung
Where we go after we kill

'Cuz we gettin' money and the roof 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 give a
If we get a and

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

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

Every I had mo of to dank
think 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 then go to the so, uh

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

Yes sir, niggas said Dr Wine wasn't
3 years later Dr Wine got a
4 years later now love it
(Take it all, you me)
God damn

Niggas said 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
what we talk about
Left lane, Boss

Get ya we 'bout 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 come
(Take it all, you me)
state every hood 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)
right I'ma a prince of the Chi-Town

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

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

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

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

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

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