Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm the bullshit like a matador
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge
That pussy a weak nigga break down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You the chicks but you want the cheese
A gotta eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't to me
Worse than the scum in the I'm from
I'm a nigga, yeah I'm 'bout mine
You be that next coroners come and outline
You ain't made of I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum
Your shoes come from
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What 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, make it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I and dream (uh-huh)
every ho nigga that 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 become as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he 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, bought a chopper and a
I'm scared, shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite
Debating on I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her mouth I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

You all know 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, 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!

Good pussy for dinner, bomb for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my bitch
It feels like a nigga
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas
eye, that's what we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've the broad to report what's in the yard
livin', I came up so hard
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, then we down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
with 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!