Luyện nghe bài hát SMFWU

'Fore we was anything, 'fore you see us
Before we was electric, well that was
we ever dreamt it here, it's nothing to dream of
'Cause let's be honest, you didn't think that this could be us
Now watch me shaking hands on the carpet in
hard right like you seeing me on thin air
I'm wild for the night, got no plans on getting
You were Instagraming you and now Instagraming me

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (I'm the motherfucker)
And if talking to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, they telling us no
But now they up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (and say motherfuckers)

I a pop song, I rap a rock song
I sing a-club-banging, make-them-panties-drop
I'm show time, I keep it poppin' like popcorn
Now watch me getting money like a dot com
This just how you
When you see me in your
It's like everywhere I go, everybody wit me
Yes I'm on top of my game, all chanting my name
But I told you if you know me then you know I never

See me walk up in the room, I'm the motherfucker what up? (motherfucker what up)
And if you're talking to the crew, better know you fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, kept telling us no
But now they up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the and they say motherfuckers what up? (motherfuckers what up?)

It's like I'm still a kid in the of the Ford Taurus, yes,
Waving at some drivers while they their favorite choruses
Now fast forward, my song across the dashboard
Is this the life I asked for? fuck it man of course it is
I just a mic and a stage I could play on
This my playground, I'm Harold with a crayon
Now how the drought so cold, no
No size limit on greatness,
Only getting better bruh, like Federer
But if you don't like my lyrics a letter to the editor
His address is 'Fuck You', name is 'Deal Wit It'
Make sure you stamp it so I know I still get it
Am I a sellout? 'Cause every I sell out
I hang around with fans 'til tell me to get the hell out
Middle to the haters, tell em shut up
So if you feel let me hear you say what up!

See me walk up in the room, I'm the motherfucker what up? (motherfucker what up)
And if you're talking to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't wit us)
Did it on our own, they telling us no
But now they open up the wherever we go
And now we walk up in the and they say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers what up?)