Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit a matador
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of
Build with the gods and knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak break down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You want the but you want the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you ain't shit to me
Worse the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm 'bout
You be that nigga coroners come and outline
You ain't made of I'm made of
You a bum nigga a bum bitch
Your shoes from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich nigga bitch look like

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the glock, won't it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that a scheme (what else?)
in your video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father he gave you a dick
have been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite
Debating on should I fuck her or on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for
VS stones around my neck bitch
It feels a nigga dreamin'
back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, that's what we for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've sent the broad to what's in the yard
Aloof livin', I up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm out a knot
Strapped with the glock, won't it out a lot
But front, make it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!