Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

You all know when we 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, I'll it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas on the shit 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?)
Guns in your video get you in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as brought up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over 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 second million dollars, bought a chopper and a
I'm scared, this shit don't to everybody
I'm on looking at your favorite singer
Debating on should I her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her mouth like I I could have kids, K-Dot

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

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

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
with 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 Louis
We up, nigga!