Luyện nghe bài hát Where Do We Go

Bro, poppin'?
It's 'bout time, real Chi-Town 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 are grown up
And I will my time
Knowing nobody gives us a

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

Nobody gave me
I 50 of a pack
I made 100
I ran to the block
Bounced back with the 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 straight Hussein
Mo shoes, mo
(Take it all, you me)
Mo clothes, mo brain, oh

You seen a few niggas
Wit a yang me
Never really had doh and shorty my
Never rolled in a drop top V

me, like we, YB, that's 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 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 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 from
(Take it all, you me)

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

Headed to the Yung Boss mansion
side stand 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 nigga was come along and spit that real shit
bet, what?
(Take it all, you me)
That he too of a thug for you
Wanna be ballers out here to with

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

Could spit it so I could spit it
a just so could flow a, fuck her like 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 came up on tha
by the building
Just stacking the money up to the
Ain't no finna hit 'em
When I'm dealing wit 'em ask Yung
Where we go after we 'em?

'Cuz we money and the roof gon' be so wicked
Is the we can kick it how we kick
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 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 and the Hummers
And I'm throwing out the figgas
Yung B E R to the G wit the TB killas
And we never taking shit from off 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 go to the bank so, uh

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

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

Niggas said June that hot
JB back and I was gon' flop
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 about
lane, Yung Boss

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

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

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

Rule 1, better what you speak bout
2, don't slip when you creep 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 that that the ballers buy
Ride wip that the ballers drive
Big GT Royce Chevy ridin' high
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
Look you made me
Where we going from
So you wit us so good luck
You could be this or that

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