Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm the bullshit like a matador
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build the gods and double knowledge of self
visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak nigga break
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You want the but you want the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the you niggas ain't shit to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I'm
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
You be next nigga coroners come and outline
You ain't made of what I'm of
You a bum with a bum bitch
Your shoes come Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What of rich nigga bitch 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 out a knot
Strapped with the glock, won't it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I needed and (uh-huh)
every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record
Murder one become as soon as they brought up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
Fuck you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick
Should have a bitch in pajamas
I made my million fucking 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 Instagram at your favorite singer
Debating on should I fuck her or on her single
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her mouth I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped the glock, won't 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!

Good for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my bitch
It feels like a nigga
back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, what we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've sent the broad to report what's in the
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 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 ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!