Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit like a
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak break down
So what you want, the or the chicks'
You want the chicks but you want the
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the you niggas ain't shit to me
Worse the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm mine
You be that next coroners come and outline
You ain't made of I'm made of
You a bum nigga a bum bitch
Your shoes come Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
kind of rich nigga bitch look like that

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

everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as as they brought up
Charity work, parking and no charges
Fuck you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick
Should have been a bitch in
I made my first fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a
I'm scared, this shit don't to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at favorite singer
Debating on I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids,

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

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

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