Luyện nghe bài hát SMFWU

'Fore we was anything, you could see us
Before we was electric, well was Prius
Before we ever it here, it's nothing to dream of
let's be honest, you didn't ever think that this could be us
Now watch me shaking hands on the in demand
Sliding right like you seeing me on thin air
I'm wild for the night, got no plans on getting
You were Instagraming you and now Instagraming me

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (I'm the motherfucker)
And if you're talking to the crew, better you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, kept telling us no
But now they up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers)

I sing a pop song, I rap a rock
I sing a-club-banging, song
I'm show time, I keep it poppin' some popcorn
Now watch me getting money a motherfuckin' dot com
This how you know
you see me in your city
It's like I go, everybody fucking wit me
Yes I'm on top of my game, they all chanting my
But I you if you know me then you know I never change

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (motherfucker up)
And if you're talking to the crew, know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, they telling us no
But now they up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the and they say motherfuckers what up? (motherfuckers what up?)

It's like I'm still a kid in the of the Ford Taurus, yes,
Waving at some drivers they scream their favorite choruses
Now forward, my song flashes across the dashboard
Is this the life I asked for? Well fuck it man of it is
I needed a mic and a stage I could play on
This life's my playground, I'm Harold a crayon
Now how the so cold, no shrinkage
No size limit on greatness,
Only getting bruh, dominate like Federer
But if you don't like my send a letter to the editor
His address is 'Fuck You', name is 'Deal Wit It'
sure you tramp stamp it so I know I still get it
Am I a sellout? every show I sell out
I hang around fans 'til they tell me to get the hell out
Middle finger to the haters, tell em up
So if you that let me hear you say what up!

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same what up? (motherfucker what up)
And if you're to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, kept telling us no
But now they up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers up?)