Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

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

everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my clean
Murder one manslaughter as soon as they brought up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over father when he gave you a dick
Should 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, this shit happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram at your favorite singer
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 have kids,

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 with the glock, won't 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 Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Good for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones my neck bitch
It feels like a dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', leanin'
eye, that's what 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 up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

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
Strapped with the glock, pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!