Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the like a matador
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of
Entrepreneur visions, Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak nigga down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You the chicks 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 nigga, yeah I'm 'bout mine
You be that next coroners come and outline
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum with a bum bitch
Your come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fakers
What kind of rich bitch look like that

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 with the glock, won't 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!

everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that a scheme (what else?)
Guns in video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become as soon as they brought up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father he gave you a dick
Should been a bitch in pajamas
I my first million fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit don't happen to
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite
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 I could have kids, K-Dot

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' 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!

Good pussy for dinner, bomb for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones my neck bitch
It feels a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', leanin'
Bulls eye, that's we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the boy
I should've sent the broad to report in the yard
Aloof livin', I up so hard
No pain, no gain, embedded in the brain
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 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!