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
Entrepreneur visions, Rouge religion
pussy make a weak nigga 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 you niggas ain't shit to me
Worse than the in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
You be that next coroners come and outline
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 look like that

You all when we pullin' 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, 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 Louis
We up, nigga!

Visualize 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 a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one manslaughter as soon as they brought up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked your father when he gave you a dick
Should have a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million fucking
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a
I'm scared, shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite
Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids,

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 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!

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

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
with the glock, won't pull 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 Louis
We up, nigga!