Luyện nghe bài hát Where Do We Go

Bro, poppin'?
It's 'bout time, Chi-Town niggas link up
no further a due
I give you Yung Berg and Twista, get it in

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

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

Nobody gave me
I made 50 of a
When I 100
I ran straight to the
back with the work like
(Take it all, you me)
Yes, sir

Niggas better get wit the
I'm fast on a
But I a slow jam
Oh man,
(Take it all, you me)

YB gang, the new thang
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 like me
Never had doh and shorty like my
Never rolled 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 time
Shorty, don't smoke
She a time hater and
Why her hand, my paper 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
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 side get up K-Town, get 'em

Now, now, I'm a old G in the city and ya one day
A was gon' come 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 here to deal

Make it competition, go sit on the for him
If he work 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 vouch for him, me

Could it just so I could spit it
Flow a just so could a, fuck her like 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 came up on tha
Hustling by the
Just stacking the up to the ceiling
Ain't no finna hit 'em
When I'm dealing wit 'em ask Berg
we go after we kill 'em?

'Cuz we money and the roof gon' be so wicked
Is the reason we can it how we kick
And it's the why we pull up on the 30's
(Take it all, you me)
And the Hummers and we give a fuck
If we get a and

Why I pay a dollars for a watch?
Five fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of
And thirty thousand for a
(Take it all, you me)
Two hundred for all cops on the look
Got money on the

And we got the dollars for
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 taking shit from off another nigga

Every time I had mo of to
Niggas I be finish
But I got mo in the
I'ma score 80 on 'em

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

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

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

said June 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 holla what's good miss out
Let these
what we talk about
Left lane, Yung

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

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

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

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

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

Where do we go here?
do we go from 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 be with this or that

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