Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm 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 ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as brought up
Charity work, parking and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked your father when he gave you a dick
Should have been a bitch in
I made my million fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit don't happen to
I'm on Instagram at your favorite singer
on should 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 have kids, K-Dot

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
Strapped with the glock, won't 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 Louis
We up, nigga!

Good for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my bitch
It like a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', leanin'
Bulls eye, that's what we for
The bread, now a nigga run the boy
I sent the broad to report what's in the yard
livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm 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 Louis
We up, nigga!