Luyện nghe bài hát Black Friday

Dick hard Rottweiler
Can you it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo

The whole been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I'm changing the channel
Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, meditating candles lit
I like my extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch and park benches
And I won't mention my ten hours in training
juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
And now we look at the competition as submission
tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em
What this about, is it money or
Maybe it's both and I got amounts of it, it's real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never
I can see incapable
To be the God emcees, you know me
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the
Run for cover, my lineage itself
I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin
We had to shake the game up and you're flying through
Everything is high nowadays, that's how it played nowadays
It's like an to the face nowadays
I'm nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm
power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire
itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what want, I'm the one
is vintage from 1990 - somethin'
I'm the son of the pioneer got you niggas on
Play with him, you better off voting for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr. West for president
He let me get some head inside the residence
I'm in the House going all out
Bumping Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing influential than rap music
I merge jazz with the trap music
I mix black soul with some and roll
never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare
My juvenile was than the NOLA
A locomotive track me down in my career
Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I demolish
A bitch right in ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to
It annoying, niggas wanna deploy him
And bitches wanna him, but industry shit ain't for him
Probably thinking it's for him, one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my
Mr. Valevictorian the game before them
Listen to you boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort
I'm off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
My radiance rather gorgeous, bill to the doorman
mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning
You're racing the tortoise, pace myself it's important
myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my
Jimi Kendrix performing, fucking studio haunted (Ah!)
I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't me)
I kill this whole beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib never sent the instrumental
time I start writing I get sentimental
This shit is not fair
But why the fuck should I
The story of your life
Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die
Oh Lord, gotta be the
Billboard list 2Pac, damn
But 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a
Every day a celebration, but even the peaking me
Is not validation, nigga TDE
And my be salivating, salaries, better ratings
And all around me, don't make me do demonstrations

Murder my and burning my finger traces
Adjourning my patience and earning royalty payments
I'm y'all not relating, this party is reservated
I kill this muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I slay it
I lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with
The ruckus had my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest

Burnin' my
(Nah I'm fuckin' wit cha)