Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit like a
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin religion
That pussy make a weak nigga break
So what you want, the or the chicks'
You want the 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, yeah I'm mine
You be that next nigga coroners come and
You ain't made of what I'm of
You a bum nigga a bum bitch
Your shoes come from
Counterfeit, fakers
What kind of rich nigga bitch look that

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
Strapped with the glock, pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I needed and (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
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as brought up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked your father when he gave you a dick
Should have been a bitch in
I made my first million fucking
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 looking at your favorite
on should I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

You all when 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, 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!

Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck
It like 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 broad to report in the yard
livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, embedded in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on and I'm pullin' out a knot
with 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!