Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the glock, 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 Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I needed and (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 record
Murder one become manslaughter as as they brought up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you over your father when he gave you a dick
Should have been a in pajamas
I made my first fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a and a binocular
I'm scared, shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on looking at your favorite singer
Debating on should I her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids,

You all know when we 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
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

Good for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones my neck bitch
It feels like a dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas
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
livin', I came 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, then we down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
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!