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
nobody gives us a hand

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

Nobody me nothing
I made 50 of a
When I 100
I ran to the block
Bounced with the work like
(Take it all, you me)
Yes, sir

Niggas better get wit the
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 straight Hussein
Mo shoes, mo
(Take it all, you me)
Mo clothes, mo brain, oh

You done seen a few
Wit a yang me
Never had doh and shorty like my
Never around in a drop top V

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

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

Niggas better know how to 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 never came from 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 know where we
But where you
miss the train nigga

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

Now, now, I'm a old G in the and ya knew one day
A was gon' come along and spit that real shit
Wanna bet,
(Take it all, you me)
That he too much of a for you
Wanna be ballers out here to deal

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)
Berg and the Twista and I'll vouch for him, that's 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 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 dealing wit 'em ask Berg
Where we go we kill 'em?

we gettin' money and the roof gon' be so wicked
Is the reason we can 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, 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 on the books

And we got the for Impalers
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
Niggas think I be
But I got mo in the
I'ma 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

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

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

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 what's good miss ride out
Let motherfuckers
Know what we talk
Left lane, Boss

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

84th, just to the buggie down
Niggas know I weed when I put it down
know 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 south niggas at right now
We gon' all line up in a file
And give the whole world something can sing about
(Take it all, you me)

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

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

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

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

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