Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

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
with the glock, won't 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!

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 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 your father when he gave you a dick
Should have a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your singer
Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her mouth like I knew I have kids, K-Dot

You all know we pullin' 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, 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!

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

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped 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!