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 want to
I take a hit of that chronic, it got me
But what's 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 things are green now pimp and get paper
High off the ground 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 a chick that say yes to soon
Until you have a daughter, what I call karma
And you pray to god she grow breasts too soon.
Projects to' up, gang signs is up
Niggas broke off that's how we grow up
Why else you think write rhymes just to blow up?
Get first car and then IRS show up
He ain't never had shit but he had that
Nigga come through flickin' and he had that
Put two and two in a little bad weather
Gon' be a family on that funeral line
Ask the reverend was the strip club cool if my tips help send a pretty through school
That's all I want like wino's want 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 control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts
I take a sip of yak, I want to fuck
I take a hit of that chronic, it got me
But really what's amazing is how I blazing
Towel under the door smoke until the end
Puff, puff then pass, don't fuck up
for Henny, now nigga that's your chaser
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, on homie, we major

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

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

You motherfuckers better do job and roll 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 yak, I want to fuck
I take a hit of that chronic, it got me
But what's amazing is how I keep blazing
Towel under the smoke until the days end
Puff, puff then pass, don't fuck up
Hypnotic for Henny, now that's your chaser
Turn nothing to something now that's a savior
Best are green now pimp and get your paper
off the ground instead of skyscraper
Too low thinkin' we local, on homie, we major