Luyện nghe bài hát Where Do We Go

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

Where do we go here?
Now that all of the are grown up
And I will respond my
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 digits that is
go
(Let's go)

Nobody gave me
I made 50 of a
When I 100
I ran straight to the
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 done seen a few
Wit a yang me
Never really had doh and like my
rolled around in a drop top V

Like me, we, YB, that's 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 date her hand, my is
(Take it all, you me)
Few taller than a

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 shit to say you did it
You ain't came from nothin' and blew wit it
(But)
Who did it?
(Yep)
I did it
YB, the new

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

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

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

Now, now, I'm a old G in the city and ya one day
A nigga was gon' come 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 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 I'ma it out for him
(Take it all, you me)
Yung Berg and the Twista and I'll 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 up on tha block
Hustling by the
Just stacking the up to the ceiling
Ain't no penicillin hit 'em
When I'm wit 'em ask Yung Berg
we go after we kill 'em?

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

Why I pay a hundred for a watch?
Five 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 taking shit from off nigga

Every I had mo of to dank
Niggas 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 from
Where do we go from
(Take it all, you me)

Yes sir, said Dr Wine wasn't nothing
3 years later Dr Wine got a
4 years now everybody love 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 dog I told ya
(Take it all, you me)

M holla what's good ride out
Let these
Know what we about
Left lane, Yung

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

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

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

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

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

Where do we go 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 ridin' wit us so good
You could be this or that

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