Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the 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 make a weak nigga break down
So you want, the cheese 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
than the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a nigga, yeah I'm 'bout mine
You be that nigga coroners come and outline
You ain't made of I'm made of
You a bum with a bum bitch
Your shoes come Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of nigga bitch look like that

You all know 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 with the glock, won't 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 Louis
We up, nigga!

Visualize I needed and dream (uh-huh)
every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a
Yeah, I kill a quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking and no charges
nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick
Should been a bitch 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 happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at favorite singer
Debating on should I her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her mouth I knew I could 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 out a knot
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 Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, bomb for breakfast
Deep-colored VS around my neck bitch
It feels like a nigga
Seat back, music bumpin', leanin'
Bulls eye, that's we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've the broad 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, the fame

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, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!