Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the 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, Rouge religion
That make a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the cheese or the
You the chicks but you want the cheese
A gotta eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you ain't shit to me
Worse the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm 'bout
You be that nigga coroners come and outline
You ain't of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum
Your shoes come from
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich nigga look like that

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 with the glock, pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

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

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' 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
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my 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 report what's in the
Aloof livin', I came up so
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the
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
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
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!