Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit like a
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double of self
visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the cheese or the
You want the chicks but you the cheese
A gotta eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas shit 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 what I'm of
You a bum nigga with a bum
Your shoes from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
kind of rich 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 stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
Strapped the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record
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
have been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a
I'm scared, this shit happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram at your favorite singer
Debating on should I her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids,

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' 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
Y'all 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 for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck
It feels like a nigga
Seat back, bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, that's we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've sent the broad to what's in the yard
livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
Shine's on 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
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!