Luyện nghe bài hát SMFWU

'Fore we was anything, you could see us
we was electric, well that was Prius
Before we ever dreamt it here, it's to dream of
'Cause let's be honest, you didn't think that this could be us
Now me shaking hands on the carpet in demand
Sliding hard right like you seeing me on air
I'm wild for the night, got no plans on free
You were Instagraming you and now Instagraming me

See me up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (I'm the same motherfucker)
And if talking to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, they kept us no
But now they up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the and they say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers)

I sing a pop song, I rap a rock
I sing a-club-banging, make-them-panties-drop
I'm show time, I keep it poppin' some popcorn
Now watch me money like a motherfuckin' dot com
This just how you
you see me in your city
It's like everywhere I go, everybody wit me
Yes I'm on top of my game, they all chanting my
But I told you if you me then you know I never change

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same what up? (motherfucker what up)
And if you're talking to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, kept telling us no
But now they open up the wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers up? (motherfuckers what up?)

It's like I'm a kid in the back of the Ford Taurus, yes,
Waving at some drivers while scream their favorite choruses
Now fast forward, my song across the dashboard
Is this the life I for? Well fuck it man of course it is
I just needed a mic and a stage I play on
life's my playground, I'm Harold with a crayon
Now how the drought so cold, no
No size limit on greatness,
Only getting better bruh, like Federer
But if you like my lyrics send a letter to the editor
His address is 'Fuck You', name is 'Deal Wit It'
Make you tramp stamp it so I know I still get it
Am I a sellout? 'Cause show I sell out
I around with fans 'til they tell me to get the hell out
Middle to the haters, tell em shut up
So if you that let me hear you say what up!

See me up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (motherfucker what up)
And if you're talking to the crew, better know you ain't wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, kept telling us no
But now they open up the doors we go
And now we walk up in the room and they say what up? (and they say motherfuckers what up?)