Luyện nghe bài hát Where Do We Go

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

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

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

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

better get wit the program
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 yang me
Never really had doh and shorty 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

prime time player
Shorty, smoke weed
She a time hater and
Why date her hand, my is
(Take it all, you me)
Few taller a skyscraper

Niggas better 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 never 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)

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

Headed to the Yung Boss mansion
South stand up
top of the world
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)
That he too much of a for you
Wanna be out here to deal with

it competition, go sit on the couch for him
If he need work I'ma 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 vouch 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 I could 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
no penicillin finna hit 'em
When I'm dealing wit 'em ask Yung
Where we go we kill 'em?

we gettin' money and the roof gon' be so wicked
Is the reason we can kick it how we
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 hundred for a watch?
Five fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of
And thousand for a Charger
(Take it all, you me)
Two hundred for all cops on the first
Got on the books

And we got the dollars for
And the Thumpers and the
And I'm throwing out the other
Yung B E R to the G wit the TB some
And we never shit from off another nigga

time I had mo of to dank
Niggas think I be
But I got mo in the
I'ma about 80 on 'em

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

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

Yes sir, niggas said Dr Wine nothing
3 years Dr Wine got a budget
4 later now everybody love it
(Take it all, you me)
God fucking

Niggas 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 miss ride out
Let motherfuckers
Know what we talk
Left lane, Yung

Get ya money we 'bout to the lights out
We to take it straight to the white house
Cook crack clean it up I write down
that I see we I come around
(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
Niggas know I got love, know I been plugged
(Take it all, you me)
right I'ma a prince of the Chi-Town

So where my south side at right now
We all line 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 slip you creep out
Rule 3, grab heat you leave out
Rule 4, don't rush nigga out
(Take it all, you me)
And Rule 5, or die

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

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

Yea, the boss, baby
what you made me
Where we from here?
So you wit us so good luck
You could be with this or

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