Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit a matador
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin religion
That make a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the or the chicks'
You want the chicks but you want the
A bitch eat
I'm the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I'm
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm 'bout
You be that next nigga coroners and outline
You ain't made of I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum
Your shoes come Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich nigga bitch look that

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
Shine's on and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

Visualize I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my clean
Murder one become manslaughter as as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a
have been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million fucking
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite
Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids,

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm out a knot
with the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, bomb for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones my neck bitch
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 sent the broad to what's in the yard
Aloof livin', I up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on and I'm pullin' out a knot
with the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!