Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit a matador
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the and double knowledge of self
visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak nigga down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You the chicks but you want the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm the epiphany you niggas 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 next nigga coroners come and outline
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum
shoes come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fakers
What kind of nigga bitch look like that

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over father when he gave you a dick
have been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit don't happen to
I'm on Instagram looking at favorite singer
on should I fuck 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 down 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
don't do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS around my neck bitch
It feels like a dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas
Bulls eye, what we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the 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 embedded in the
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the

You all when we pullin' 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, won't 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!