Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the like a matador
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of
Build with the gods and double of self
visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the cheese or the
You want the but you want the cheese
A gotta eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas shit to me
Worse than the in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners and outline
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum with a bum bitch
Your shoes from Vegas
Counterfeit, fakers
What kind of rich nigga look like that

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on and I'm pullin' out a knot
with the glock, won't 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!

Visualize I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
in your video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no
Fuck nigga you over your father when he gave you a dick
Should been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite
Debating on should I her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

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

Good pussy for dinner, kush for breakfast
VS stones around my neck bitch
It feels a nigga dreamin'
back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, that's what we for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've the broad to report what's in the yard
Aloof livin', I up so hard
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 with the glock, won't 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!