Luyện nghe bài hát SMFWU

'Fore we was anything, you could see us
Before we was electric, well that was
Before we ever dreamt it here, nothing to dream of
'Cause let's be honest, you didn't ever think this could be us
Now watch me hands on the carpet in demand
Sliding hard right like you me on thin air
I'm for the night, got no plans on getting free
You Instagraming you and now you're Instagraming me

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (I'm the motherfucker)
And if you're talking to the crew, better know you fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, kept telling us no
But now they up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and they say what up? (and they say motherfuckers)

I sing a pop song, I rap a song
I sing a-club-banging, song
I'm show time, I keep it poppin' some popcorn
Now watch me getting money like a dot com
just how you know
When you see me in your
It's everywhere I go, everybody fucking wit me
Yes I'm on top of my game, all chanting my name
But I told you if you me then you know I never change

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same what up? (motherfucker what up)
And if you're talking to the crew, know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, kept telling us no
But now they open up the wherever we go
And now we walk up in the and they say motherfuckers what up? (motherfuckers what up?)

It's I'm still a kid in the back of the Ford Taurus, yes,
Waving at some drivers while they their favorite choruses
Now forward, my song flashes across the dashboard
Is the life I asked for? Well fuck it man of course it is
I just needed a mic and a stage I could on
This life's my playground, I'm Harold a crayon
Now how the drought so cold, no
No limit on greatness, Dinklage
Only getting better bruh, dominate Federer
But if you don't my lyrics send a letter to the editor
His address is 'Fuck You', street name is Wit It'
Make you tramp stamp it so I know I still get it
Am I a 'Cause every show I sell out
I hang around with fans they tell me to get the hell out
finger to the haters, tell em shut up
So if you feel that let me you say what up!

See me walk up in the room, I'm the motherfucker what up? (motherfucker what up)
And if you're talking to the crew, know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, they telling us no
But now they up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers what up?)