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 water, right
Fuck bitches, they all
up nigga, not the falling type
Heart blacker than the Harlem til I met you,
They say the devil wear Prada but I doubt it cause the Lord did you
Damn look at that
bus shorty, cause you sure is special Cole to the rescue,
Never a ho
Hoes like to hide behavior though
Thought you was a down ass
'Til I found that shit a couple days ago, I was home
Next thing I know long ass verse 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, is that a ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man the hype got you too
Everybody and their gassed
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 pack up your shit, you believe in me
I don't need you, I got me,
Same moved to NYC, bitch
Got a deal and a college degree, bitch
Two plaques, I produced all the tracks
And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z,
And after all achievement
Real nigga never even went and got his teeth
Now you try to play me,
You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock 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 babe (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

All Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the game on lock, serenaded
Now you lame mothafuckas devastated
Bet you niggas wish you hated, that's the devil ain't it
Fuck shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, fuck that shit, he that
He black, he don't like blacks, fuck shit, he wack
Fuck that he raps, fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch he with, finished shit
Get up off my
The narcissists with comments from the blogs about
with the gossips and the bosses, fuck surprises
I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my
Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, 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
it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit
'fore poppin' shit, from popular to 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 to stop this shit but spit like I forgot some shit (TKO)
Forgot the topic, I God forgive you, peep my common sense (TKO)

I don't it, tell 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 below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the
And babe (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit babe (Dammit babe) JT this like deja vu

All this album of the year talk, niggas 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 is my name, bitch, until I'm gone and it's etched out
I been known to blow a 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 build-a-bear
Fuck you know about the Tiger of Rollie, fuck you know blowin' bands
Bezel on it a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin' hands
A1 day 1, I sold dope and my name rung
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 baby showtime
She ain't know, we ain't know, try to her but she ain't slow
Once she trap you with the DA flow, lights out, TKO, la!