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
with the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Rouge religion
That pussy a weak nigga break down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You want the but you want the cheese
A gotta eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't to me
Worse than the scum in the I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm 'bout
You be next nigga coroners come and outline
You ain't made of I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum
Your shoes come Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What of rich nigga bitch look like that

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 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!

Visualize everything I and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my clean
one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you over your father when he gave you a dick
Should been a bitch in pajamas
I my first million fucking dollars
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 on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth like I knew I have 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 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 Louis
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck
It like a nigga dreamin'
back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, that's what we for
The bread, now a nigga run the boy
I should've sent the to report what's in the yard
Aloof livin', I came up so
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
Shine's on 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 on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!