Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the like a matador
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of
Build with the gods and knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge
That pussy make a weak break down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You the chicks but you want the cheese
A gotta eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas shit to me
Worse than the scum in the I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm 'bout
You be next nigga coroners come and outline
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum with a bum bitch
Your shoes from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What of rich nigga bitch look like that

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down 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
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I and dream (uh-huh)
every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my clean
Murder one manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking and no charges
nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick
Should have been a in pajamas
I made my million fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a
I'm scared, this don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite
Debating on I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

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

pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS around my neck bitch
It feels like a dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas
eye, that's what we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the 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, the fame

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