Luyện nghe bài hát Where Do We Go

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

do we go from here?
Now that all of the children are up
And I will my time
Knowing gives us a hand

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

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

YB gang, that's the new
Brand new chain is straight from
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
rolled around in a drop top V

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

I'ma prime player
Shorty, don't weed
She a time hater and
Why date her hand, my 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 from and blew wit it
(But)
Who did it?
(Yep)
I did it
YB, the new

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

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

Headed straight to the Yung Boss
side stand up
Location top of the
side 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 that real shit
bet, what?
(Take it all, you me)
That he too much of a for you
Wanna be ballers out here to deal

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

spit it just so I could spit it
Flow a just so could flow a, fuck her like I 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 the money up to the ceiling
no penicillin finna hit 'em
When I'm dealing wit 'em ask Berg
Where we go after we 'em?

'Cuz we gettin' money and the roof gon' be so
Is the we can kick 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 don't a fuck
If we get a and

Why I pay a hundred dollars for a
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 money on the

And we got the for Impalers
And the and the Hummers
And I'm throwing out the figgas
B E R to the G wit the TB some killas
And we never taking from off another nigga

Every time I had mo of to
think I be finish
But I got mo in the
score about 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 from
Where do we go from
(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

said June wasn't that hot
JB sitting and I was gon' flop
Now we on top dog I told 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 'bout to the lights out
We about to take it straight to the house
Cook crack it up then I write down
that I see we I come around
(Take it all, you me)
Every state every hood that I've been

84th, just to the buggie down
Niggas know I blow weed I put it down
know I got love, niggas know I been plugged
(Take it all, you me)
right 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 whole world something can sing about
(Take it all, you me)

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

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

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

Yea, the boss, baby
Look what you me
Where we going from
So you ridin' wit us so luck
You be with this or that

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