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)

Blood thicker water, right
Fuck bitches, 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
Damn look at body
Short bus shorty, cause you sure is Cole to the rescue,
Never a ho
Hoes like to hide behavior though
Thought you was a down ass
'Til I found shit a couple days ago, I was home alone
Next thing I know that long ass verse a song called "Control" was on
The got nearer, the tune got clearer
That's I seen the shit playing on your phone
Girl, is that a ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man the done got you too
Everybody and momma gassed
Even my asked 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 miss him
Now pack up your shit, you 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 lean on Jay-Z,
And after all achievement
Real nigga never even and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to me, bitch?
You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to your ass out

TKO (TKO, TKO)
TKO
I don't understand it, 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 below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the
And dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

All hail Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the on lock, streets serenaded
Now you lame mothafuckas devastated
Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the ain't it
that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, fuck that shit, he that
He black, he don't like blacks, fuck that shit, he
Fuck that shit he raps, that shit he spits, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch he with, finished shit
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous with comments the blogs about
Menages with the gossips and the bosses, surprises
I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my
Is a model chick, gothic fits, trapped inside of it
Besides it I'd the shit, shit y'all should stop 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 tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, for compliments
Make it rain, she pop 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 understand 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, my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit babe (Dammit babe) JT like deja vu right?

All this album of the year talk, niggas they're the best out
I been hot the Purple Tape and this cuban's poking my chest out
They keep calling on King Push, this chair, I'm stretched out
My is my name, bitch, until I'm gone and it's 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 fall in line and we got
Memoirs of a millionaire, even I'm a reallionaire
Alaïa skirt, Fendi work, dress my baby like
Fuck you know the Tiger of Rollie, fuck you know about blowin' bands
Bezel on it like a circle, diamonds in it, holdin' hands
A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my rung
I sold dope where I came 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 baby like
She know, we ain't know, try to trap her but she ain't slow
Once she trap you with the DA flow, lights out, TKO, la!