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 gods and double knowledge of
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin religion
That pussy make a weak break down
So what you want, the or the chicks'
You the chicks but you want the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the you niggas ain't shit to me
Worse the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm mine
You be next nigga coroners come and outline
You ain't made of what I'm of
You a bum with a bum bitch
shoes come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fakers
kind of rich nigga bitch look like that

You all know when we 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, 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!

Visualize everything I needed and (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that 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 manslaughter as soon as brought up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked 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 chopper and a
I'm scared, shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on looking at your favorite singer
Debating on should I 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 we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm out a knot
Strapped the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones my neck bitch
It feels like a nigga
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 report what's in the
Aloof livin', I came up so
No pain, no gain, it's in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

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 the glock, won't pull 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!