Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit a matador
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, of wealth
with the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge
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 the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me
than the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm mine
You be that nigga coroners come and outline
You ain't made of what I'm of
You a bum nigga a bum bitch
Your shoes come Vegas
Counterfeit, fakers
What of rich nigga bitch look like that

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
Shine's on and I'm pullin' 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
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I needed and (uh-huh)
every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
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, shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your singer
Debating on should I her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

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 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 Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, bomb for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones my neck bitch
It feels like a dreamin'
Seat back, bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, that's what we for
The bread, now a nigga run the boy
I sent the broad to report what's in the yard
Aloof livin', I came up so
No pain, no gain, embedded in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

You all when 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 the glock, won't 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!