Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
Shine's on and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I'll 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 and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that a scheme (what else?)
Guns in video get you locked in a bing
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 you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick
Should been a bitch in pajamas
I my first million fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram at your favorite singer
on should I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
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 down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS around my neck bitch
It feels a nigga dreamin'
back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, that's we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the boy
I should've sent the broad to report in the yard
Aloof livin', I came up so
No pain, no gain, embedded in the brain
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 stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
Strapped the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!