Luyện nghe bài hát Where Do We Go

Bro, what's
It's 'bout time, real Chi-Town link up
no further 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 don't get ya right
This you know what sayin'
I'm giving till the end of 07 'bout 08
(Where we going?)
My bank account have eight digits that is
go
(Let's go)

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

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

YB gang, that's the new
Brand new is straight 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 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 time player
Shorty, don't smoke
She a high time and
Why date her hand, my is
(Take it all, you me)
Few taller a skyscraper

Niggas know 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 shit to say 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
do we go from here?
(Take it all, you me)

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

Headed to the Yung Boss mansion
South stand 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 gon' come along and 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

it competition, go sit on the couch for him
If he need work 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

spit 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 I could do her, get it how you got to get it

Me and my boy came up on tha
by the building
Just stacking the money up to the
no penicillin finna hit 'em
When I'm wit 'em ask Yung Berg
we go after we kill 'em?

'Cuz we money and the roof gon' be so wicked
Is the reason we can kick it how we
And it's the why we pull up on the 30's
(Take it all, you me)
And the and we don't give a fuck
If we get a and

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

And we got the for Impalers
And the and the Hummers
And I'm throwing out the figgas
Yung B E R to the G wit the TB killas
And we taking shit from off another nigga

time I had mo of to dank
Niggas I be finish
But I got mo in the
I'ma score 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 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 everybody it
(Take it all, you me)
God fucking

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

M holla what's good ride out
Let motherfuckers
Know what we talk
Left lane, Yung

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

84th, seen to the buggie down
know 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 I'ma a of the Chi-Town

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

Rule 1, better live what you bout
Rule 2, don't slip you creep out
Rule 3, grab heat 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
that wip that the ballers drive
Big GT Royce that's ridin' high
Swang on 'em when you ridin' by and I'm

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

Yea, the boss, baby
what you made 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