Luyện nghe bài hát Where Do We Go

Bro, poppin'?
It's time, real Chi-Town niggas link up
Without no a due
I you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in

Where do we go here?
Now that all of the children are up
And I respond my time
Knowing gives us a hand

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

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

better get wit the program
I'm fast on a
But I a slow jam
Oh man,
(Take it all, you me)

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

You done a few niggas
Wit a yang me
really had doh and shorty like my
Never rolled around in a top V

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

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

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

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

Where we going from here
I know we going
But you going?
miss the train nigga

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

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

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

Could spit it 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 like I do her, get it how you got to get it

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

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

Why I pay a hundred for a watch?
fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of jeans
And thirty thousand for a
(Take it all, you me)
Two hundred for all cops on the look
Got money on the

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

time I had mo of to dank
Niggas think I be
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 here?
do we go from here?
(Take it all, you me)

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

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

M holla what's miss ride out
Let these
Know we talk about
Left lane, Yung

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

84th, just to the buggie down
Niggas know I blow when I put it down
Niggas know I got love, know I been plugged
(Take it all, you me)
right I'ma a prince 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, live what you speak bout
Rule 2, slip when you creep out
Rule 3, grab heat you leave out
Rule 4, don't nigga ease out
(Take it all, you me)
And Rule 5, or die

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

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

Yea, it's the boss,
what you made me
Where we going here?
So you ridin' wit us so good
You could be this or that

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