Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

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

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

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 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
Deep-colored VS stones my neck bitch
It feels a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', leanin'
Bulls eye, 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 pullin' the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
Strapped with the glock, 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!