Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm the bullshit like a matador
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, of wealth
Build the gods and double knowledge of self
visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the cheese or the
You the chicks but you want the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I'm
I'm a nigga, yeah I'm 'bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners come and
You ain't made of what I'm of
You a bum with a bum bitch
Your shoes come from
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich nigga bitch look like

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
Shine's on 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 Vuittons
We up, nigga!

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

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' 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 on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

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

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 the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!