Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit like a
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, of wealth
Build with the gods and double of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin religion
That pussy a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the or the chicks'
You want the chicks but you want the
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 of what I'm made of
You a bum with a bum bitch
Your shoes come from
Counterfeit, fakers
kind of rich nigga bitch look like that

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, make 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 have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my clean
one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he you a dick
Should have a bitch in pajamas
I my first million fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your singer
Debating on I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids,

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm out a knot
Strapped with the glock, 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 Louis
We up, nigga!

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

You all know 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 the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!