Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

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, pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga have a scheme (what else?)
in your video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father he gave you a dick
have been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million 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 looking at your favorite
Debating on should I fuck her or 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 know when we 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
don't do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
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', niggas
Bulls eye, what we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've sent the broad to report in the yard
livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm out a knot
Strapped with the glock, won't 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 Louis
We up, nigga!