Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit a matador
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin religion
That pussy a weak nigga break down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You want the chicks but you the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me
Worse than the scum in the I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm 'bout
You be that next nigga coroners come and
You ain't made of I'm made of
You a bum nigga a bum bitch
Your shoes from Vegas
Counterfeit, fakers
kind of rich nigga bitch look like that

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on and I'm pullin' out a knot
with 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 Louis
We up, nigga!

Visualize I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga have 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 manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no
Fuck you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick
Should been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this don't happen to everybody
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 know 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 the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

Good for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
VS stones around my neck bitch
It feels like a dreamin'
back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, that's 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 came up so
No pain, no gain, it's in the brain
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 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 Louis
We up, nigga!