Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the like a matador
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, of wealth
Build with the and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge
pussy make a weak nigga break down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You want the chicks but you 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 mine
You be next nigga coroners come and outline
You ain't of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum
shoes come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich 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
don't do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

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

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, pull it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck
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 the broad to report what's 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 we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
Strapped 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 Vuittons
We up, nigga!