Luyện nghe bài hát SMFWU

'Fore we was anything, you could see us
we was electric, well that was Prius
Before we ever it here, it's nothing to dream of
'Cause let's be honest, you didn't ever think this could be us
Now me shaking hands on the carpet in demand
Sliding hard right you seeing me on thin air
I'm wild for the night, got no on getting free
You were Instagraming you and now Instagraming me

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (I'm the motherfucker)
And if you're talking to the crew, better you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, kept telling us no
But now open up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (and say motherfuckers)

I sing a pop song, I rap a song
I sing a-club-banging, song
I'm show time, I keep it like some popcorn
Now watch me getting money a motherfuckin' dot com
This just how you
When you see me in city
It's everywhere I go, everybody fucking wit me
Yes I'm on top of my game, they all chanting my
But I you if you know me then you know I never change

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same what up? (motherfucker what up)
And if you're talking to the crew, know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, they telling us no
But now they open up the wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers up? (motherfuckers what up?)

It's like I'm still a kid in the of the Ford Taurus, yes,
at some drivers while they scream their favorite choruses
Now forward, my song flashes across the dashboard
Is this the life I asked for? Well fuck it man of it is
I just needed a mic and a I could play on
This life's my playground, I'm Harold with a
Now how the so cold, no shrinkage
No limit on greatness, Dinklage
Only getting bruh, dominate like Federer
But if you don't like my send a letter to the editor
His address is 'Fuck You', street is 'Deal Wit It'
Make sure you stamp it so I know I still get it
Am I a sellout? 'Cause every show I out
I hang around with fans 'til they tell me to get the out
finger to the haters, tell em shut up
So if you feel that let me hear you say up!

See me walk up in the room, I'm the motherfucker what up? (motherfucker what up)
And if you're talking to the crew, better you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, they telling us no
But now they open up the wherever we go
And now we up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers what up?)