Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

You all know 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 with the glock, won't 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 Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record
Murder one become as soon as they brought up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you over your father when he gave you a dick
Should have a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million fucking
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit happen to everybody
I'm on looking 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 have kids,

You all know when we 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
don't do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck
It feels a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, what 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, embedded in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
with the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!