Luyện nghe bài hát Where Do We Go

Bro, what's
It's 'bout time, real niggas link up
no further a due
I give you Berg and Twista, let's get it in

Where do we go from
Now all of the children are grown up
And I respond my time
nobody gives us a hand

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

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

better get wit the program
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 a few niggas
Wit a like me
really had doh and shorty like my
Never rolled around in a top V

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

I'ma time player
Shorty, don't weed
She a time hater and
Why her hand, my paper is
(Take it all, you me)
Few than a skyscraper

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

Where we from here niggas?
I where we going
But you going?
Don't the train nigga

Headed straight to the Boss 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 and ya knew one day
A nigga was gon' come along and spit that real
Wanna bet,
(Take it all, you me)
That he too much of a for you
Wanna be ballers out here to with

Make it competition, go sit on the for him
If he work I'ma hand it out for him
If he need a I'ma hand it out for him
(Take it all, you me)
Yung Berg and the Twista and vouch for him, that's me

Could spit it just so I could it
Flow a just so could flow a, fuck her like I could 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
no penicillin finna hit 'em
When I'm wit 'em ask Yung Berg
Where we go after we 'em?

we gettin' money and the roof gon' be so wicked
Is the reason we can kick it how we
And it's the reason why we 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 dollars for a
Five for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of jeans
And thousand for a Charger
(Take it all, you me)
Two for all cops on the first 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 some
And we never taking shit off another nigga

Every time I had mo of to
think I be finish
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

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

Yes sir, niggas said Dr Wine wasn't
3 later Dr Wine got a budget
4 later now everybody love it
(Take it all, you me)
God fucking

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

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

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

84th, just seen to the buggie
Niggas know I blow when I put it down
Niggas know I got love, niggas know I 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 gon' all up in a single file
And give the world something they can sing about
(Take it all, you me)

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

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

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

Yea, it's the boss,
Look you made me
Where we from here?
So you ridin' wit us so luck
You could be with this or

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