Luyện nghe bài hát We Major

You better do your job and roll up and watch how we roll up and
I can't control it, can't hold it, so nuts
I a sip of that yak, I want to fuck
I take a hit of chronic, it got me stuck
But what's amazing is how I keep blazing
Towel under the smoke until the days end
Puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga that's your
Turn nothing to something now pimpin' a savior
Best things are green now and get your paper
off the ground instead of skyscraper
Too low we local, come on homie, we major

We (come on, homie, we major)

better than some head on a Sunday afternoon
Better than a that say yes to soon
Until you have a daughter, that's what I call
And you to god she don't grow breasts too soon.
to' up, gang signs is thrown up
Niggas hats broke off how we grow up
Why else you think write rhymes just to blow up?
Get they car and then IRS show up
He ain't never had shit but he had that
Nigga come through flickin' and he had that
Put two and two in a little bad weather
Gon' be a whole family on that line
Ask the reverend was the strip cool if my tips help send a pretty girl through school
That's all I want like wino's want they good
I ain't in the Klan, but I brought my hood me

You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up and watch how we up and
I can't control it, can't hold it, so nuts
I take a sip of that yak, I to fuck
I a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck
But really what's is how I keep blazing
Towel under the smoke until the days end
Puff, puff then pass, don't fuck up
Hypnotic for Henny, now that's your chaser
Turn to something now pimpin' that's a savior
Best things are now pimp and get your paper
High off the ground instead of
Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we

I heard the beat and I ain't know to write
First line, should it be about the hos or the
Four-four's or Christ? Both flows would be nice
Rap about big or the black man's plight
At the console asked my man to the right
What this sound like, should I freestyle or write?
He said, Nas, what the fans is Illmatic, Stillmatic
Picked up the pad and pencil and what I feel
Been like 12 years a nigga first signed
Now I'm a agent
And I'm thinking time
To build my very own
Cause rappers be deprived of 9 to 5s
And it hurts to see companies be stealing the life
And I love to give my sweat and tears to the mic
So y'all copped the LPs and y'all got dealt
I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony where King got
I survived the livest niggas
Lasting longer than more than of you clowns
Look, I used to cook before I had the game
Either way my change came Sam Cooke.

Feeling better than I ever felt before
Like late than never is orientation
Still we can it better throwing all your cares away

You motherfuckers better do job and roll up and watch how we roll up and
I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so
I a sip of that yak, I want to fuck
I take a hit of that chronic, it got me
But really what's amazing is how I blazing
under the door smoke until the days end
Puff, puff then pass, don't up rotation
Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga your chaser
nothing to something now pimpin' that's a savior
Best things are green now pimp and get your
High off the ground of skyscraper
Too low we local, come on homie, we major