Luyện nghe bài hát SMFWU

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

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same what up? (I'm the same motherfucker)
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 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 show time, I keep it poppin' like popcorn
Now watch me getting like a motherfuckin' dot com
This just how you
When you see me in your
It's like I go, everybody fucking wit me
Yes I'm on top of my game, they all my name
But I told you if you know me then you know I 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 wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, kept telling us no
But now they up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers up? (motherfuckers what up?)

It's like I'm still a kid in the of the Ford Taurus, yes,
Waving at some drivers while they scream their favorite
Now forward, my song flashes across the dashboard
Is this the life I asked for? fuck it man of course it is
I just needed a mic and a I could play on
This life's my playground, I'm Harold with a
Now how the so cold, no shrinkage
No size on greatness, Dinklage
Only getting better bruh, dominate Federer
But if you like my lyrics send a letter to the editor
His is 'Fuck You', street name is 'Deal Wit It'
Make sure you stamp it so I know I still get it
Am I a sellout? 'Cause show I sell out
I hang around with fans 'til they tell me to get the out
Middle finger to the haters, tell em up
So if you feel that let me you say what up!

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