Luyện nghe bài hát friday

I don't it, tell me how could you be so low?
(And all in thrilling, new, sound)
babe (Dammit babe)

Blood thicker than water,
bitches, they all alike
Stand up nigga, not the type
blacker than the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the devil wear Prada but I doubt it the Lord did bless you
look at that body
Short bus shorty, you sure is special Cole to the rescue,
Never a ho
Hoes like to hide their behavior
Thought you was a ass bitch
'Til I found shit a couple days ago, I was home alone
Next thing I know long ass verse from a song called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the tune got
when I seen the shit playing on your phone
Girl, what is a ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man the done got you too
and their momma gassed
Even my momma asked what do
Decisions,
In this is war, then I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga want problems, my on auto
I'll make sure nobody miss him
Now pack up your shit, you believe in me
I don't you, I got me, bitch
Same moved to NYC, bitch
Got a deal and a college degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I produced all the
And I never ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch
And after all that
Real nigga never went and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to me, bitch?
You try to play me? I ought to knock your ass out

TKO (TKO, TKO)
TKO
I don't it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging the bell and after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go below the belt, my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, it
Had the game on lock, streets
Now you lame mothafuckas lookin'
Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the ain't it
Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, fuck shit, he that
He black, he don't blacks, fuck that shit, he wack
Fuck that shit he raps, fuck that shit he spits, that bitch
Fuck that he with, finished talking shit
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous with comments from the blogs
Menages with the and the bosses, fuck surprises
I'm and not to mention, in my closet
Is a model chick, grimey fits, trapped inside of it
Besides it I'd deny the shit, shit y'all stop the shit
I'm the shit, not kinda sick, the doc prescribed my shit
Cock it, click-click, opposite, and droppin' shit
'fore poppin' shit, from popular to poppin' picks to tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, popular for
Make it rain, she pop that shit, it her confidence (TKO)
Was supposed to stop this shit but spit I forgot some shit (TKO)
the topic, I hope God forgive you, peep my common sense (TKO)

I understand it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging after the and after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit babe (Dammit babe) JT this like vu right?

All album of the year talk, niggas claiming they're the best out
I been hot since the Purple Tape and cuban's poking my chest out
They keep calling on Push, this beach chair, I'm stretched out
My name is my name, bitch, until I'm gone and etched out
I known to blow a quarter brick on baby hairs and a messy bun
If I make her mine, made her mind, she in line and we got somethin'
Memoirs of a millionaire, better I'm a reallionaire
Alaïa skirt, work, dress my baby like build-a-bear
Fuck you about the Tiger of Rollie, fuck you know about blowin' bands
Bezel on it like a grand circle, in it, holdin' hands
A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my rung
I sold dope I came from and it's so dope what I made from it
No lie, know Guy Fish in my bowtie
JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby like
She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her but she ain't
Once she trap you the DA flow, it's lights out, TKO, la!