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 it, it's so nuts
I take a sip of that yak, I to fuck
I take a hit of that chronic, it got me
But really amazing is how I keep blazing
under the door smoke until the days end
Puff, puff pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga your chaser
Turn to something now pimpin' that's a savior
Best are green now pimp and get your paper
High off the ground instead of
Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we

We (come on, homie, we major)

better than some head on a Sunday afternoon
Better than a chick say yes to soon
Until you have a daughter, that's what I call
And you to god she don't grow breasts too soon.
Projects to' up, gang is thrown up
hats broke off that's how we grow up
Why else you think write rhymes just to blow up?
Get they car and then IRS show up
He ain't had shit but he had that nine
Nigga come through flickin' and he had 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 cool if my tips send a pretty girl through school
That's all I like wino's want they good whiskey
I ain't in the Klan, but I my hood with me

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

I the beat and I ain't know what to write
First line, should it be the hos or the ice?
Four-four's or black Christ? flows would be nice
Rap big paper or the black man's plight
At the studio asked my man to the right
What this verse sound like, should I freestyle or
He said, Nas, the fans want is Illmatic, Stillmatic
Picked up the pad and pencil and what I feel
like 12 years since a nigga first signed
Now I'm a agent
And I'm it's time
To build my very own
Cause rappers be of executive 9 to 5s
And it to see these companies be stealing the life
And I love to my blood sweat and tears to the mic
So y'all copped the LPs and y'all fiends got
I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony where King got
I survived the niggas around
longer than more than half of you clowns
Look, I used to cook before I had the took
Either way my change came Sam Cooke.

Feeling than I ever felt before today
Like better late than never is
we can make it better throwing all your cares away

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