Luyện nghe bài hát We Major

You motherfuckers better do your job and up and watch how we roll up and
I can't control it, can't hold it, so nuts
I a sip of that yak, I want to fuck
I take a hit of that chronic, it got me
But really what's is how I keep blazing
Towel under the door smoke until the end
Puff, puff then pass, fuck up rotation
Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga your chaser
nothing to something now pimpin' that's a savior
Best things are now pimp and get your paper
off the ground instead of skyscraper
Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we

We (come on, homie, we major)

Feeling better than head on a Sunday afternoon
Better than a that say yes to soon
Until you have a daughter, that's I call karma
And you pray to god she grow breasts too soon.
Projects to' up, gang is thrown up
hats broke off that's how we grow up
Why else you shorty's write rhymes just to blow up?
Get they first car and IRS show up
He ain't had shit but he had that nine
Nigga through flickin' and he had that shine
Put two and two together in a little bad
Gon' be a family on that funeral line
Ask the reverend was the strip club if my tips help send a pretty girl through school
all I want like wino's want they good whiskey
I ain't in the Klan, but I my hood with me

You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up and how we roll up and
I can't control it, can't hold it, so nuts
I take a sip of yak, I want to fuck
I a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck
But really what's is how I keep blazing
Towel under the door until the days end
Puff, puff then pass, don't fuck up
Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga that's your
Turn to something now pimpin' that's a savior
Best things are green now pimp and get paper
High off the ground instead of
Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we

I heard the beat and I know what to write
First line, it be about the hos or the ice?
Four-four's or black Christ? Both flows be nice
Rap big paper or the black man's plight
At the console asked my man to the right
What this verse sound like, I freestyle or write?
He said, Nas, what the want is Illmatic, Stillmatic
Picked up the pad and and jotted what I feel
like 12 years since a nigga first signed
Now I'm a free
And I'm thinking time
To build my own Motown
rappers be deprived of executive 9 to 5s
And it hurts to see these companies be the life
And I love to give my blood sweat and to the mic
So copped the LPs and y'all fiends got dealt
I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony where got killed
I survived the niggas around
Lasting than more than half of you clowns
Look, I used to cook before I had the took
Either way my came like Sam Cooke.

Feeling better than I ever felt today
Like better late than is orientation
we can make it better throwing all your cares away

You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up and how we roll up and
I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so
I a sip of that yak, I want to fuck
I take a hit of that chronic, it got me
But really what's is how I keep blazing
under the door smoke until the days end
Puff, puff then pass, fuck up rotation
for Henny, now nigga that's your chaser
Turn nothing to something now pimpin' a savior
Best things are green now pimp and get your
High off the instead of skyscraper
Too low we local, come on homie, we major