Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

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

everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no
Fuck nigga you fucked 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 and a binocular
I'm scared, this don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your singer
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 kids, K-Dot

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the glock, won't 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 Louis
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for
Deep-colored VS stones my neck bitch
It like a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, that's what we for
The bread, now a nigga run the boy
I should've sent the broad to report what's in the
Aloof livin', I came up so
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

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