Luyện nghe bài hát We Major

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

We (come on, homie, we major)

Feeling better than head on a Sunday afternoon
than a chick that say yes to soon
Until you have a daughter, that's I call karma
And you pray to god she don't breasts too soon.
Projects to' up, gang signs is up
hats broke off that's how we grow up
Why else you think write rhymes just to blow up?
Get they first car and IRS show up
He ain't had shit but he had that nine
Nigga through flickin' and he had that shine
Put two and two in a little bad weather
be a whole family on that funeral line
Ask the reverend was the strip club if my tips help send a pretty girl through school
That's all I want wino's want they good whiskey
I ain't in the Klan, but I brought my with me

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

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

Feeling better than I felt before today
Like better than never is orientation
Still we can make it better throwing all your away

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