Luyện nghe bài hát friday

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

Blood thicker than water,
Fuck bitches, they all
up nigga, not the falling type
Heart than the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the devil wear but I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you
Damn look at that
bus shorty, cause you sure is special Cole to the rescue,
Never a ho
Hoes like to their behavior though
you was a down ass bitch
'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 room got nearer, the got clearer
when I seen the shit playing on your phone
Girl, what is a ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man the done got you too
Everybody and momma gassed
Even my momma asked what do
Decisions,
In case is war, then I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga problems, my trigger's on auto
I'll sure that nobody miss him
Now pack up your shit, you don't 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 produced all the
And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z,
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 the bell and after all of the whistle blows
to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

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

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

All this album of the talk, niggas claiming they're the best out
I hot since the Purple Tape and this cuban's poking my chest out
keep calling on King Push, this beach chair, I'm stretched out
My name is my name, bitch, until I'm gone and etched out
I been known to blow a quarter brick on 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, Fendi work, dress my like build-a-bear
Fuck you know about the of Rollie, fuck you know about blowin' bands
Bezel on it a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin' hands
A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name
I sold dope where I came from and it's so dope I made from it
No lie, know why? Guy in my bowtie
JT up in the 3 piece and we magic like showtime
She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her but she slow
Once she trap you the DA flow, it's lights out, TKO, la!