Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

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
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!

Visualize everything I and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you in a bing
Yeah, I a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you over your father when he gave you a dick
Should have been a in pajamas
I made my first million dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit don't to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at favorite singer
Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her
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, 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, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, bomb for breakfast
Deep-colored VS around my neck bitch
It like a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, bumpin', niggas leanin'
eye, that's what we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the 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 embedded in the
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

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