Luyện nghe bài hát friday

I understand it, tell me how could you be so low?
(And all in thrilling, new, sound)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

Blood than water, right
Fuck bitches, all alike
Stand up nigga, not the falling
blacker than the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the devil wear but I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you
Damn at that body
Short bus shorty, cause you sure is Cole to the rescue,
save a ho
Hoes like to hide their though
Thought you was a down ass
'Til I found that shit a couple days ago, I was home
Next thing I know that long ass from a song called "Control" was on
The got nearer, the tune got clearer
That's when I seen the shit playing on your
Girl, what is that a
Shit, not you too
Man the hype got you too
Everybody and their momma
Even my momma what I'mma do
Decisions,
In this is war, then I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga problems, my trigger's on auto
I'll make sure that nobody him
Now up your shit, you don't believe in me
I don't you, I got me, bitch
Same nigga to NYC, bitch
Got a record deal and a degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I all the tracks
And I never ever ever on Jay-Z, bitch
And all that achievement
Real nigga never even went and got his teeth
Now you try to play me,
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 after the and after all of the whistle blows
to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And babe (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

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

I don't understand it, me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging after the bell and after all of the whistle
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 deja vu right?

All this album of the year talk, niggas claiming the best out
I been hot the Purple Tape and this 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 it's out
I been known to 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, even I'm a reallionaire
Alaïa skirt, Fendi work, dress my baby like
you know 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 where I from and it's so dope what I made from it
No lie, why? Guy Fish in my bowtie
JT up in the 3 and we magic baby like showtime
She ain't know, we ain't know, try to her but she ain't slow
Once she trap you the DA flow, it's lights out, TKO, la!