Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit like a
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of
Build with the gods and double knowledge of
Entrepreneur visions, Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak break down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You want the chicks but you 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, I'm 'bout mine
You be that next coroners come and outline
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum
Your shoes from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of nigga bitch look like that

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
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!

everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my clean
Murder one become as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he you a dick
Should have been a 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 favorite
Debating on I fuck her or jump 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 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, I'll it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck
It feels like a dreamin'
Seat back, bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, that's we came for
The bread, now a run the game 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 when 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 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!