Luyện nghe bài hát SMFWU

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

See me walk up in the room, I'm the motherfucker what up? (I'm the same motherfucker)
And if talking to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, kept 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)

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

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker 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, they telling us no
But now open up the doors wherever we go
And now we up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (motherfuckers what up?)

It's like I'm a kid in the back of the Ford Taurus, yes,
Waving at some drivers while they scream their choruses
Now fast forward, my flashes across the dashboard
Is this the life I asked for? Well it man of course it is
I just needed a mic and a stage I could on
life's my playground, I'm Harold with a crayon
Now how the drought so cold, no
No size on greatness, Dinklage
Only getting better bruh, like Federer
But if you don't like my lyrics send a to the editor
His address is 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 I sell out
I hang around with fans 'til they me to get the hell out
finger to the haters, tell em shut up
So if you feel let me hear 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 fucking wit us (you ain't wit us)
Did it on our own, they kept us no
But now they open up the doors we go
And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (and they say what up?)