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
Build with the gods and knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Rouge religion
pussy make a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the or the chicks'
You want the but you want the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas shit to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I'm
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners and outline
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum with a bum bitch
Your shoes come from
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich nigga look like that

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 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 Louis
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I needed and (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 become manslaughter as soon as brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he you a dick
Should have been a in pajamas
I made my million fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a
I'm scared, this shit 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, we pullin' down the top
Shine's on and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the glock, pull it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my bitch
It like a nigga dreamin'
back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, what we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the 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 embedded in the
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 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!