Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
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 Louis
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as brought up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
Fuck you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick
have been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit don't to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at favorite singer
Debating on I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' 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, 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!

Good pussy for dinner, kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS around my neck bitch
It feels like a dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas
eye, that's 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 came up so
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the
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 and I'm pullin' out a knot
with the glock, won't 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!