Luyện nghe bài hát SMFWU

'Fore we was anything, you could see us
we was electric, well that was Prius
Before we dreamt it here, it's nothing to dream of
'Cause let's be honest, you didn't ever think that this be us
Now watch me shaking hands on the carpet in
Sliding hard right you seeing me on thin air
I'm for the night, got no plans on getting free
You were Instagraming you and now Instagraming me

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (I'm the motherfucker)
And if you're talking to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you 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 they say what up? (and they say motherfuckers)

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

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

It's like I'm still a kid in the of the Ford Taurus, yes,
at some drivers while they scream their favorite choruses
Now fast forward, my song flashes across the
Is this the life I asked for? Well fuck it man of it is
I just needed a mic and a stage I play on
This life's my playground, I'm Harold with a
Now how the drought so cold, no
No size on greatness, Dinklage
Only getting bruh, dominate like Federer
But if you don't like my lyrics send a to the editor
His address is 'Fuck You', street is 'Deal Wit It'
Make sure you tramp stamp it so I I still get it
Am I a sellout? 'Cause every show I out
I hang around with fans 'til they me to get the hell out
Middle finger to the haters, em shut up
So if you feel that let me you say what 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 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 they say what up?)