Luyện nghe bài hát Black Friday

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

The industry been in shambles
fugazi, I'm just changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm for analysts
Career damaging verses, meditating with lit
I like my raps extra
Since freestyling on lunch and park benches
And I mention my ten thousand hours in training
While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was
And now we look at the competition as submission
They out before we even get a chance to miss 'em
What about, is it money or skill?
Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is mistakable
I can see y'all
To be the God emcees, you me well
Ridiculous, venomous, in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my prove itself
I'm rollin' deep in that like two Adeles
scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're through turbulence
is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays
It's like an to the face nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the nowadays
It's figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Hiiigher power, other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire
Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you a profit, ah!
This is what want, I'm the one
is vintage from 1990 - somethin'
I'm the son of the that got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald
I'm Mr. Kanye West for president
He probably let me get some head inside the
I'm in the White going all out
College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential than rap
I merge jazz fusion the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and
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 wilder than the
A locomotive couldn't track me in my career
Runnin' shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to
It gets annoying, niggas wanna him
And bitches wanna adore him, but 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. studied the game before them
Listen to you boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, extort them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me in the morning
racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking haunted (Ah!)
I tell a don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib never sent the instrumental
Every time I writing I get sentimental
This shit is not fair
But why the fuck I care?
The story of your life
Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die
Oh Lord, be the yams
list need 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes sure he lives on,
Hoochie, coochie, in a trance
Every day a celebration, but even the peaking me
Is not validation, nigga TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better
And casualties all around me, don't me do demonstrations

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

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