Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit a matador
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of
Build with the and double knowledge of self
visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the or the chicks'
You the chicks but you want the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I'm
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm 'bout
You be next nigga coroners come and outline
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga a bum bitch
Your shoes from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich nigga bitch like that

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

Visualize I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
in your video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record
one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your 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 million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit don't to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite
Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her
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, 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
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

Good for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck
It feels like a dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas
Bulls eye, that's we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've sent the broad to report what's in the
Aloof livin', I up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the
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
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
Strapped with the glock, 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!