Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the like a matador
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, of wealth
Build the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge
That pussy make a weak break down
So what you want, the or the chicks'
You want the chicks but you the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't to me
than 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 with a bum bitch
Your come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fakers
What kind of rich nigga look like that

You all know when we 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, 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!

Visualize everything I needed and (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you in a bing
Yeah, I kill a quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father he gave you a dick
Should have been a bitch in
I made my first million dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite
Debating on should I fuck her or on her single
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids,

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

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

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