Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the like a matador
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of
Build with the gods and double knowledge of
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge
That pussy make a nigga break down
So what you want, the or the chicks'
You want the chicks but you the cheese
A gotta eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't to me
Worse than the in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
You be next nigga coroners come and outline
You ain't made of I'm made of
You a bum with a bum bitch
Your shoes come Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich nigga bitch look like

You all when we pullin' 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
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
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 quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become as soon as they brought up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you over your father when he gave you a dick
Should been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram at your 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 have kids, K-Dot

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' 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 Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck
It feels a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, that's we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I sent the broad to report what's in the yard
livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
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 Louis
We up, nigga!