Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit a matador
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, of wealth
Build with the and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Rouge religion
That make a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the or the chicks'
You want the chicks but you want the
A gotta eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you ain't shit to me
Worse the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
You be that next nigga come and outline
You ain't made of what I'm of
You a bum nigga a bum bitch
Your come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich nigga bitch like that

You all know when we 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, won't it out a lot
But front, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Visualize I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as brought up
Charity work, tickets 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 fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at favorite singer
Debating on should I her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth like I I could have kids, K-Dot

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
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!

Good pussy for dinner, bomb for breakfast
VS stones around my neck bitch
It feels like a nigga
back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, that's we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've sent the 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, motherfuck the

You all know 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 Vuittons
We up, nigga!