Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm out a knot
with the glock, won't pull 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 Louis
We up, nigga!

Visualize I needed and dream (uh-huh)
every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your 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
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a
Should have a bitch in pajamas
I my first million fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram at your favorite singer
Debating on should I fuck her or on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth like I I could have kids, K-Dot

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' 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
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my bitch
It feels like a dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', leanin'
Bulls eye, what we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've sent the broad to report what's in the
Aloof livin', I up so hard
No pain, no gain, embedded in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

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