Luyện nghe bài hát We Major

You motherfuckers do your job and roll up and watch how we roll up and
I can't it, can't hold it, it's so nuts
I take a sip of that yak, I to fuck
I take a hit of that chronic, it got me
But really what's is how I keep blazing
Towel under the door until the days end
Puff, puff then pass, fuck up rotation
for Henny, now nigga that's your chaser
Turn nothing to something now pimpin' that's a
Best things are green now pimp and get your
High off the ground of skyscraper
Too low we local, come on homie, we major

We (come on, homie, we major)

Feeling better some head on a Sunday afternoon
Better a chick that say yes to soon
Until you have a daughter, what I call karma
And you pray to god she grow breasts too soon.
Projects to' up, gang is thrown up
Niggas hats off that's how we grow up
Why else you think shorty's write rhymes to blow up?
Get they first car and IRS show up
He ain't never had shit but he had that
Nigga come through and he had that shine
Put two and two together in a bad weather
Gon' be a family on that funeral line
Ask the reverend was the strip club cool if my tips help send a pretty girl through
That's all I want like wino's want good whiskey
I ain't in the Klan, but I my hood with me

You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up and watch how we up and
I control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts
I take a sip of that yak, I want to
I a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck
But what's amazing is how I keep blazing
Towel the door smoke until the days end
Puff, puff pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga your chaser
Turn nothing to something now pimpin' a savior
Best things are green now pimp and get your
High off the ground instead of
Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we

I heard the and I ain't know what to write
First line, it be about the hos or the ice?
or black Christ? Both flows would be nice
Rap about big paper or the black plight
At the studio asked my man to the right
What this verse sound like, I freestyle or write?
He said, Nas, what the fans is Illmatic, Stillmatic
up the pad and pencil and jotted what I feel
Been like 12 years a nigga first signed
Now I'm a free
And I'm thinking time
To build my own Motown
Cause be deprived of executive 9 to 5s
And it hurts to see these be stealing the life
And I love to give my blood sweat and to the mic
So copped the LPs and y'all fiends got dealt
I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony King got killed
I the livest niggas around
Lasting longer than more than half of you
Look, I used to cook before I had the took
way my change came like Sam Cooke.

Feeling better than I felt before today
Like better late than is orientation
Still we can make it throwing all your cares away

You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up and how we roll up and
I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so
I a sip of that yak, I want to fuck
I take a hit of that chronic, it got me
But really amazing is how I keep blazing
Towel under the door until the days end
Puff, puff then pass, fuck up rotation
Hypnotic for Henny, now that's your chaser
Turn nothing to now pimpin' that's a savior
Best things are now pimp and get your paper
High off the ground instead of
Too low we local, come on homie, we major