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 Berg and Twista, get it in

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

Aye
(Aye)
If y'all niggas get ya money right
This you know what sayin'
I'm giving niggas till the end of 07 08
(Where we going?)
My bank account gon' eight digits that is
go
(Let's go)

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

Niggas better get wit the
I'm fast on a
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 done seen a few
Wit a like me
really 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

prime time player
Shorty, smoke weed
She a time hater and
Why her hand, my paper is
(Take it all, you me)
Few taller than a

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 got shit to say less you did it
You ain't never from 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 where we going
But where you
miss the train nigga

Headed straight to the Yung Boss
South stand 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 nigga was gon' come along and that real shit
Wanna bet,
(Take it all, you me)
he too much of a thug for you
Wanna be ballers out here to deal

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 and I'll vouch for him, that's me

Could it just so I could spit it
Flow a just so could a, fuck her like 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 came up on tha
Hustling by the
Just the money up to the ceiling
no penicillin finna hit 'em
When I'm dealing wit 'em ask Berg
Where we go after we 'em?

'Cuz we money and the roof gon' be so wicked
Is the we can kick it how we kick
And it's the reason why we 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 dollars for a watch?
Five fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of
And thirty for a Charger
(Take it all, you me)
Two hundred for all cops on the first
Got on the books

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

Every time I had mo of to
Niggas I be finish
But I got mo in the
score 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

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

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

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

M holla good miss ride out
Let motherfuckers
what we talk about
Left lane, Boss

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

84th, just seen to the down
Niggas know I blow weed 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 where my south side niggas at now
We all line up in a single file
And give the whole world they can sing about
(Take it all, you me)

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

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

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

Yea, the boss, baby
Look what you me
Where we going from
So you ridin' wit us so luck
You be with this or that

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