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 gods and double of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge
That pussy a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the cheese or the
You want the 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 nigga, yeah I'm 'bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners and outline
You ain't of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga a bum bitch
shoes come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fakers
What kind of rich bitch look like 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 pullin' out a
with the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the 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 nigga quick, no worries, my clean
Murder one become as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a
have been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite
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 could 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
with the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck
It feels a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, bumpin', niggas leanin'
eye, that's what we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the boy
I sent the broad to report 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, motherfuck the

You all when 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
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!