Luyện nghe bài hát Where Do We Go

Bro, poppin'?
It's time, real Chi-Town niggas link up
no further a due
I you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in

Where do we go from
Now all of the children are grown up
And I will respond my
Knowing gives us a hand

Aye
(Aye)
If y'all niggas don't get ya right
This time you know sayin'
I'm giving niggas till the end of 07 08
(Where we going?)
My bank gon' have eight digits that is
go
(Let's go)

Nobody gave me
I made 50 of a
When I 100
I ran to the block
Bounced back with the work
(Take it all, you me)
Yes, sir

Niggas better get wit the
I'm on a track
But I kill a jam
Oh man,
(Take it all, you me)

YB gang, the new thang
Brand new chain is from Hussein
Mo shoes, mo
(Take it all, you me)
Mo clothes, mo brain, oh

You seen a few niggas
Wit a like me
Never really had doh and shorty my
Never rolled in a drop top V

me, like we, YB, that's us
Too fast, too
(Take it all, you me)
Young Buck, up, yep

I'ma prime player
Shorty, don't weed
She a time hater and
Why her hand, my paper is
(Take it all, you me)
Few taller than a

Niggas better know how to the 101
Big and I buy another one and another
(And another)
And
(And another)
(Take it all, you me)
going, is you wit it?

You ain't got to say less you did it
You never came from nothin' and blew wit it
(But)
Who did it?
(Yep)
I did it
YB, the new

Where do we go from
do we go from here?
(Take it all, you me)

we going from here niggas?
I know where we
But where you
Don't the train nigga

Headed straight to the Yung Boss
side stand up
Location top of the
West side get up K-Town, get 'em

Now, now, I'm a old G in the and ya knew one day
A nigga was come along and spit that real shit
Wanna bet,
(Take it all, you me)
he too much of a thug for you
Wanna be ballers out to deal with

Make it competition, go sit on the for him
If he need work hand it out for him
If he need a pistol hand it out for him
(Take it all, you me)
Yung Berg and the and I'll vouch for him, that's me

Could it just so I could spit it
Flow a just so could a, fuck her like I could fuck her
(Take it all, you me)
Do her I could do her, get it how you got to get it

Me and my boy came up on tha
Hustling by the
Just stacking the up to the ceiling
Ain't no finna hit 'em
When I'm dealing wit 'em ask Berg
Where we go we kill 'em?

'Cuz we gettin' money and the roof gon' be so
Is the reason we can kick it how we
And it's the why we pull up on the 30's
(Take it all, you me)
And the Hummers and we don't give a
If we get a and

Why I pay a hundred dollars for a
Five fifty for a ounce a kush, fifty for a pair of jeans
And thirty thousand for a
(Take it all, you me)
Two for all cops on the first look
Got on the books

And we got the dollars for
And the Thumpers and the
And I'm out the other figgas
Yung B E R to the G wit the TB some
And we never taking shit from off another

time I had mo of to dank
Niggas I be finish
But I got mo in the
I'ma about 80 on 'em

And go in the
(Take it all, you me)
I'ma a chunk of ya chip
And then go to the so, uh

Where do we go from
do we go from here?
(Take it all, you me)

Yes sir, niggas said Dr Wine nothing
3 years Dr Wine got a budget
4 years later now everybody it
(Take it all, you me)
God damn

Niggas said wasn't that hot
JB sitting and I was gon' flop
Now we on top like dog I ya
(Take it all, you me)

M holla what's good ride out
Let motherfuckers
Know what we about
Left lane, Boss

Get ya money we 'bout to the lights out
We about to it straight to the white house
crack clean it up then I write down
Everything I see we I come around
(Take it all, you me)
Every state every hood that I've around

84th, just to the buggie down
Niggas know I blow weed I put it down
Niggas know I got love, niggas know I plugged
(Take it all, you me)
That's right I'ma a of the Chi-Town

So where my south niggas at right now
We gon' all line up in a single
And give the whole something they can sing about
(Take it all, you me)

Rule 1, better live what you bout
Rule 2, don't slip you creep out
Rule 3, grab heat you leave out
4, don't rush nigga ease out
(Take it all, you me)
And Rule 5, or die

Cop shit that the ballers buy
Ride wip that the ballers drive
Big GT Royce Chevy that's ridin'
on 'em when you ridin' by and I'm gone

Where do we go from
do we go from here?
(Take it all, you me)

Yea, it's the boss,
what you made me
Where we going from
So you ridin' wit us so luck
You could be with this or

Yea, so you have it
Eat your heart out on this one
Berg, Twista, ugh