Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit like a
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, of wealth
Build with the and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin religion
That pussy make a weak break down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You want the but you want the cheese
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, yeah I'm 'bout
You be that next coroners come and outline
You ain't made of what I'm of
You a bum with a bum bitch
shoes come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fakers
What kind of rich nigga bitch look that

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, won't 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!

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

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

Good pussy for dinner, kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my bitch
It feels a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas
Bulls eye, what we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the boy
I sent the broad to report what's in the yard
livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, embedded in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' 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
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!