Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

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
with the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as brought up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over father when he gave you a dick
Should have a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit don't to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your singer
on should I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids,

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' 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
don't do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS around my neck bitch
It feels a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas
eye, that's what 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 up so hard
No pain, no gain, embedded in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

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 with the glock, pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!