Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit a matador
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, of wealth
Build the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin religion
That pussy make a weak nigga break
So what you want, the cheese or the
You want the but you want the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the you niggas ain't shit to me
than the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
You be that nigga coroners come and outline
You ain't made of I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum
Your shoes come from
Counterfeit, fakers
What kind of rich nigga look like that

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
Strapped with the glock, won't it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they up
Charity work, parking and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over father when he gave you a dick
Should have a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million fucking
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a
I'm scared, this shit happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite
Debating on I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth like I I could have kids, K-Dot

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
Shine's on and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the glock, pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, kush for breakfast
VS stones around my neck bitch
It feels a nigga dreamin'
back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, what we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've the broad to report what's in the yard
Aloof livin', I up so hard
No pain, no gain, embedded in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
Strapped with the glock, won't it out a lot
But front, make it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!