Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm out a knot
with 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 Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I needed and (uh-huh)
every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a
Yeah, I kill a quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking and no charges
nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick
Should have been a in pajamas
I made my first fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a
I'm scared, shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram at your favorite singer
Debating on should I her or jump 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 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 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 Vuittons
We up, nigga!

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

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