Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm the bullshit like a matador
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of
Build with the gods and double of self
visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That make 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 than the in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
You be that nigga coroners come and outline
You ain't of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga a bum bitch
Your shoes come Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of nigga bitch look like that

You all know 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, 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 that a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a
Yeah, I kill a quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a
Should been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first 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 at your 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 like I knew I could kids, K-Dot

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, 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 for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones 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 broad to report in the yard
Aloof livin', I up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm 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!