Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit a matador
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin religion
That pussy make a weak nigga break
So what you want, the cheese or the
You want the chicks but you want the
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 southside nigga, yeah I'm mine
You be that next nigga come and outline
You ain't made of what I'm of
You a bum nigga a bum bitch
shoes come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of nigga 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
Strapped with the glock, 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 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
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your when he gave you a dick
Should have been a bitch in
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, shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your singer
Debating on should I fuck her or 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 when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we 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
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit 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'
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, 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 out a knot
Strapped with the glock, 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 Vuittons
We up, nigga!