Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' 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
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that have a (what else?)
Guns in your get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your when he gave you a dick
Should have a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a
I'm scared, this shit don't happen to
I'm on Instagram looking at favorite singer
Debating on I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids,

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

pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS around my neck bitch
It feels like a dreamin'
Seat back, bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, that's what we for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've sent the broad to 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, the fame

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 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 Vuittons
We up, nigga!