Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

You all when we pullin' 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, 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 everything I needed and (uh-huh)
every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you in a bing
Yeah, I kill a quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as brought up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick
Should 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
on should I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her mouth like I knew I have kids, K-Dot

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, make 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, kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck
It feels a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, bumpin', niggas leanin'
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, embedded 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 pullin' the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm out a knot
Strapped 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 Vuittons
We up, nigga!