Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

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 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!

Visualize I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that a scheme (what else?)
in your video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my clean
Murder one become manslaughter as as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no
Fuck you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick
Should been a bitch in pajamas
I my first million 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 happen to
I'm on Instagram at your 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 could kids, K-Dot

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 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 Louis
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, kush for breakfast
VS stones 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 nigga run the boy
I should've sent the broad to what's in the yard
Aloof livin', I came up so
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

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
with the glock, won't 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!