Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm out a knot
Strapped with the glock, pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

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

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm out a knot
Strapped with the glock, pull 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!

pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS around my neck bitch
It like a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, bumpin', niggas leanin'
eye, that's what we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I sent 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
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm out a knot
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 Louis
We up, nigga!