Luyện nghe bài hát SMFWU

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

See me walk up in the room, I'm the motherfucker what up? (I'm the same motherfucker)
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 open up the wherever we go
And now we up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers)

I sing a pop song, I rap a song
I a-club-banging, make-them-panties-drop song
I'm show time, I keep it like some popcorn
Now watch me getting money like a dot com
just how you know
When you see me in city
like everywhere I go, everybody fucking wit me
Yes I'm on top of my game, they all my name
But I told you if you know me then you know I never

See me walk up in the room, I'm the motherfucker 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 up? (motherfuckers what up?)

It's I'm still a kid in the back of the Ford Taurus, yes,
Waving at some drivers while they scream their choruses
Now forward, my song flashes across the dashboard
Is this the life I asked Well fuck it man of course it is
I needed a mic and a stage I could play on
This life's my playground, I'm Harold with a
Now how the so cold, no shrinkage
No limit on greatness, Dinklage
Only getting better bruh, like Federer
But if you don't like my lyrics a letter to the editor
His is 'Fuck You', street name is 'Deal Wit It'
Make 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, em shut up
So if you that let me hear you say what up!

See me up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker 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 what up? (and they say motherfuckers what up?)