Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit a matador
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of
visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy make a nigga break down
So what you want, the or the chicks'
You the chicks but you want the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me
than the scum in the slum 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 nigga a bum bitch
Your shoes come Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What of rich nigga bitch look like 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 with the glock, won't 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 and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a
Should have a bitch 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, shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on looking at your favorite singer
on should I fuck 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 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, 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!

Good for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones my neck bitch
It feels a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, that's we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've sent the to report what's in the yard
livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, embedded 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 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 Louis
We up, nigga!