Luyện nghe bài hát We Major

You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up and how we roll up and
I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so
I take a sip of that yak, I to fuck
I a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck
But really what's is how I keep blazing
Towel under the smoke until the days end
Puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hypnotic for Henny, now that's your chaser
Turn nothing to now pimpin' that's a savior
Best things are green now and get your paper
High off the ground of skyscraper
Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we

We (come on, homie, we major)

Feeling better some head on a Sunday afternoon
Better than a that say yes to soon
Until you have a daughter, that's what I karma
And you to god she don't grow breasts too soon.
Projects to' up, signs is thrown up
Niggas hats broke off how we grow up
Why else you think shorty's write rhymes just to up?
Get they car and then IRS show up
He never had shit but he had that nine
Nigga come through flickin' and he had shine
Put two and two together in a bad weather
Gon' be a family on that funeral line
Ask the reverend was the strip club cool if my help send a pretty girl through school
all I want like wino's want they good whiskey
I in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me

You better do your job and roll up and watch how we roll up and
I control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts
I take a sip of that yak, I to fuck
I a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck
But really amazing is how I keep blazing
Towel under the door until the days end
Puff, puff pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hypnotic for Henny, now that's your chaser
Turn nothing to something now pimpin' that's a
Best things are now pimp and get your paper
High off the instead of skyscraper
Too low we local, come on homie, we major

I heard the beat and I know what to write
First line, it be about the hos or the ice?
Four-four's or black Christ? Both flows be nice
Rap about big paper or the black plight
At the studio console asked my man to the
this verse sound like, should I freestyle or write?
He said, Nas, the fans want is Illmatic, Stillmatic
Picked up the pad and pencil and what I feel
like 12 years since a nigga first signed
Now I'm a free
And I'm thinking it's
To my very own Motown
Cause be deprived of executive 9 to 5s
And it hurts to see these be stealing the life
And I love to give my sweat and tears to the mic
So copped the LPs and y'all fiends got dealt
I'm Jesse on the balcony where King got killed
I survived the livest niggas
Lasting longer more than half of you clowns
Look, I used to cook before I had the game
Either way my change came Sam Cooke.

Feeling better than I ever felt today
Like late than never is orientation
Still we can make it better throwing all cares away

You better do your job and roll up and watch how we roll up and
I control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts
I take a sip of yak, I want to fuck
I a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck
But really what's is how I keep blazing
under the door smoke until the days end
Puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga that's your
Turn nothing to now pimpin' that's a savior
Best things are green now and get your paper
High off the ground instead of
Too low we local, come on homie, we major