Luyện nghe bài hát Where Do We Go

Bro, what's
It's 'bout time, Chi-Town niggas link up
Without no a due
I give you Yung and Twista, let's get it in

do we go from here?
Now that all of the children are up
And I will respond my
Knowing nobody us a hand

Aye
(Aye)
If niggas don't get ya money right
time you know what sayin'
I'm giving till the end of 07 'bout 08
(Where we going?)
My bank account gon' have digits that is
go
(Let's go)

Nobody me nothing
I 50 of a pack
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 on a track
But I kill a jam
Oh man,
(Take it all, you me)

YB gang, the new thang
Brand new chain is 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 around in a top V

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

prime time player
Shorty, don't weed
She a high time and
Why date her hand, my is
(Take it all, you me)
Few taller a skyscraper

better 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 got shit to say less 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 from
Where do we go from
(Take it all, you me)

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

Headed straight to the Yung Boss
South side up
Location top of the
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' along and spit that real shit
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 I'ma hand it out for him
If he a pistol I'ma hand it out for him
(Take it all, you me)
Yung Berg and the Twista and I'll for him, that's me

Could spit it 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 like I 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 dealing wit 'em ask Berg
Where we go after we kill

'Cuz we money 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 and we don't give a fuck
If we get a and

Why I pay a dollars for a watch?
Five for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of jeans
And thirty thousand for a
(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 and the Hummers
And I'm throwing out the other
B E R to the G wit the TB some 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 score 80 on 'em

And go in the
(Take it all, you me)
I'ma take a chunk of ya
And then go to the so, uh

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

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

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

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

Get ya money we to turn the lights out
We about to it straight to the white house
crack clean it up then I write down
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 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 where my south side at right now
We gon' all up in a single file
And give the whole world something can sing about
(Take it all, you me)

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

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

Where do we go from
Where do we go here?
(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 could be with or that

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