Luyện nghe bài hát friday

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

thicker than water, right
Fuck bitches, they all
Stand up nigga, not the type
Heart blacker 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 hide behavior though
Thought you was a ass bitch
I found that shit a couple days ago, I was home alone
Next thing I know that long ass verse a song called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the got clearer
That's when I seen the shit 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 this is war, then I up on all ammunition
If a want problems, my trigger's on auto
I'll sure that nobody miss him
Now pack up your shit, you don't in me
I need you, I got me, bitch
Same nigga moved to NYC,
Got a record deal and a college degree,
Two plaques, I produced all the tracks
And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z,
And after all achievement
nigga never even 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 after the bell and after all of the whistle
Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, 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 mothafuckas lookin' devastated
Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the ain't it
Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, fuck that shit, he
He black, he don't like blacks, fuck that shit, he
Fuck that shit he raps, fuck that he spits, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch he with, finished talking
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous with comments from the about
Menages with the gossips and the bosses, fuck
I'm and not to mention, in my closet
Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, 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
it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit
'fore poppin' shit, from popular to poppin' picks to poppin'
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, for compliments
it rain, she pop that shit, it boosts her confidence (TKO)
Was supposed to stop this shit but spit like I forgot some (TKO)
Forgot the topic, I hope God you, peep my common sense (TKO)

I don't understand it, tell me how you be so low, deo
TKO, been swinging after 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)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit babe (Dammit babe) JT like deja vu right?

All this album of the year talk, niggas claiming they're the out
I hot since the Purple Tape and this cuban's poking my chest out
They keep calling on King Push, this beach chair, I'm out
My name is my name, bitch, until I'm gone and etched out
I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby hairs and a bun
If I make her mine, made her mind, she fall in and we got somethin'
Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a
Alaïa skirt, Fendi work, dress my like 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 where I came from and it's so dope what 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 ain't
Once she trap you with the DA flow, it's out, TKO, la!