Luyện nghe bài hát We Major

You motherfuckers better do job and roll up and watch how we roll up and
I control it, can't hold 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 amazing is how I keep blazing
under the door smoke until the days end
Puff, puff pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga that's your
Turn nothing to something now pimpin' a savior
Best are green now pimp and get your paper
off the ground instead of skyscraper
Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we

We (come on, homie, we major)

better than some head on a Sunday afternoon
Better than a chick that say yes to
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 you think shorty's write rhymes just to blow up?
Get first car and then IRS show up
He ain't never had shit but he had nine
Nigga come through flickin' and he had that
Put two and two in a little bad weather
Gon' be a whole family on that funeral
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 whiskey
I ain't in the Klan, but I brought my hood me

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 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
Towel under the door smoke until the end
Puff, puff then pass, fuck up rotation
Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga your chaser
Turn nothing to something now that's a savior
Best are green now pimp and get your paper
off the ground instead of skyscraper
Too low we local, come on homie, we major

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

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

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 what's amazing 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 nigga your chaser
Turn to something now pimpin' that's a savior
things are green now pimp and get your paper
High off the instead of skyscraper
Too low we local, come on homie, we major