Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm the bullshit like 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, Rouge religion
That pussy make a 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 ain't shit to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I'm
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
You be that next coroners come and outline
You ain't made of what I'm of
You a bum nigga with a bum
Your shoes come Vegas
Counterfeit, fakers
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 stuntin' and I'm 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 on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that a scheme (what else?)
in your video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a 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 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 million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit don't happen to
I'm on Instagram looking at your singer
on should I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

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, 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!

pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS around my neck bitch
It feels like a dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', 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
Aloof livin', I up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the

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