Luyện nghe bài hát SMFWU

'Fore we was anything, 'fore you see us
Before we was electric, well that was
Before we ever dreamt it here, it's to dream of
'Cause let's be honest, you didn't ever think that this be us
Now watch me shaking hands on the in demand
Sliding hard right like you seeing me on air
I'm wild for the night, got no plans on free
You Instagraming you and now you're Instagraming me

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same what up? (I'm the same motherfucker)
And if you're talking to the crew, know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, they kept us no
But now open up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (and say motherfuckers)

I sing a pop song, I rap a song
I a-club-banging, make-them-panties-drop song
I'm show time, I keep it poppin' like some
Now watch me getting like a motherfuckin' dot com
This just how you
you see me in your city
It's everywhere I go, everybody fucking wit me
Yes I'm on top of my game, they all chanting my
But I you if you know me then you know I never change

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (motherfucker up)
And if you're talking to the crew, know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, they telling us no
But now they up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and say motherfuckers what up? (motherfuckers what up?)

It's like I'm a kid in the back of the Ford Taurus, yes,
Waving at drivers while they scream their favorite choruses
Now fast forward, my song across the dashboard
Is this the life I asked for? Well it man of course it is
I just a mic and a stage I could play on
life's my playground, I'm Harold with a crayon
Now how the so cold, no shrinkage
No size on greatness, Dinklage
Only getting better bruh, dominate Federer
But if you don't like my lyrics send a letter to the
His is 'Fuck You', street name is 'Deal Wit It'
Make sure you tramp stamp it so I know I get it
Am I a sellout? 'Cause every show I out
I hang around with fans they tell me to get the hell out
Middle finger to the haters, tell em up
So if you feel that let me hear you say up!

See me up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (motherfucker what up)
And if you're talking to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't wit us)
Did it on our own, they telling us no
But now open up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers what up?)