Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit like a
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin 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 bitch eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you ain't shit to me
Worse than the in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
You be that next coroners come and outline
You ain't made of what I'm of
You a bum nigga a bum bitch
Your shoes come from
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich bitch look like that

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
Strapped with the glock, pull 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 everything I needed and (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a
Yeah, I a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as brought up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked your father when he gave you a dick
Should have been a bitch in
I made my million fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on looking at your favorite singer
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 when 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 with the glock, pull it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones my neck bitch
It feels like a dreamin'
back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, what 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, embedded in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

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 the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!