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
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin religion
That make a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the cheese or the
You want the chicks but you want the
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't to me
Worse the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm mine
You be that next nigga coroners come and
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum
Your shoes come Vegas
Counterfeit, fakers
What kind of nigga bitch look like that

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

Visualize everything I and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my clean
Murder one become manslaughter as as they brought up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your when he gave you a dick
have been a bitch in pajamas
I my first 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 looking 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 like I knew I could have kids,

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 the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

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

You all know when we 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
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!