Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the like a matador
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of
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 the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners and outline
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum with a bum bitch
Your come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich nigga look like that

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm 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 ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

Visualize I needed 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 clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as brought up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father he gave you a dick
Should have been a bitch in
I my first million fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a
I'm scared, shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on looking at your favorite singer
Debating on should I 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, then we pullin' the top
Shine's on and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the glock, won't it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Good for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
VS stones around my neck bitch
It feels like a dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', leanin'
eye, that's what we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've sent the broad to report 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 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
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!