Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit like a
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, of wealth
Build with the and double knowledge of self
visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy make a nigga break down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You want the chicks but you want the
A gotta eat
I'm havin' the you niggas ain't shit to me
Worse the scum in the slum I'm from
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 nigga with a bum
Your shoes from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich nigga bitch like that

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, I'll 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 I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that have a (what else?)
Guns in video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record
Murder one manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked your father when he gave you a dick
Should have a bitch in pajamas
I made my first fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a
I'm scared, this shit don't to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite
Debating on should I her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
Strapped with the glock, pull 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!

Good for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck
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 what's 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 when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down 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 ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!