Luyện nghe bài hát Where Do We Go

Bro, poppin'?
It's 'bout time, real Chi-Town 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 respond my time
Knowing gives us a hand

Aye
(Aye)
If y'all niggas don't get ya right
This time you know sayin'
I'm giving niggas 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 made 50 of a
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 fast on a
But I a slow jam
Oh man,
(Take it all, you me)

YB gang, that's the new
new chain is straight from 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 like my
Never rolled in a drop top V

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

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

Niggas better know how to the 101
Big shotgun and I buy another one and
(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 came nothin' and blew wit it
(But)
Who did it?
(Yep)
I did it
YB, the new

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

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

Headed straight to the Yung mansion
South stand up
top of the world
West side get up K-Town, get 'em

Now, now, I'm a old G in the and ya knew one day
A nigga was gon' come along and spit that real
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 work I'ma 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 just so I could it
a just so could flow 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 up on tha block
by the building
Just the money up to the ceiling
Ain't no finna hit 'em
When I'm wit 'em ask Yung Berg
Where we go we kill '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 and we don't give a fuck
If we get a and

Why I pay a hundred for a watch?
fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair 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 for Impalers
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 shit from off another nigga

Every I had mo of to dank
Niggas think I be
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 go to the bank so, uh

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

Yes sir, niggas said Dr Wine nothing
3 later 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 back and I was flop
Now we on top dog I told ya
(Take it all, you me)

M holla good miss ride out
Let these
Know what we about
lane, Yung Boss

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

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

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

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

Cop that that the ballers buy
Ride that wip the ballers drive
Big GT Royce Chevy that's 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, it's the boss,
Look you made me
Where we from here?
So you wit us so good luck
You be with this or that

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