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
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin religion
That make a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the or the chicks'
You want the chicks but you want the
A gotta eat
I'm havin' the you niggas ain't shit to me
Worse the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm 'bout
You be that nigga coroners come and outline
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga a bum bitch
Your come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
kind of rich nigga bitch look like that

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
on stuntin' 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 ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

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

You all know 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 around my neck bitch
It like a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, bumpin', niggas leanin'
eye, that's what we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've sent the 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, the fame

You all when 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, won't 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!