Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the like a matador
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build the gods and double knowledge of self
visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak nigga down
So what you want, the or the chicks'
You the chicks but you want the cheese
A gotta eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas shit to me
Worse the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm mine
You be that next coroners come and outline
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga a bum bitch
shoes come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fakers
What kind of rich nigga bitch look like

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
Shine's on and I'm pullin' out a knot
with 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 Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they up
Charity work, parking tickets and no
Fuck nigga you fucked over your when he gave you a dick
Should have a bitch in pajamas
I made my million 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 happen to
I'm on Instagram looking at favorite singer
on should I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth like I knew I have kids, K-Dot

You all when we pullin' 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, 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!

Good pussy for dinner, kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS around my neck bitch
It feels a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas
Bulls eye, that's what we for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've sent the broad to report what's in the
livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the

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 with the glock, pull 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!