Luyện nghe bài hát Black Friday

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

The whole industry been in
Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the
Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career verses, meditating with candles lit
I like my extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch tables and park
And I mention my ten thousand hours in training
While juggling gang-banging, my was tremendous
And now we at the competition as quick submission
They tappin' out we even get a chance to miss 'em
What this about, is it money or
Maybe it's and I got large amounts of it, it's real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my is never mistakable
I can see incapable
To be the God emcees, you know me
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the
Run for cover, my lineage prove
I'm deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed than virgin lips
We had to shake the up and you're flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it nowadays
It's like an to the face nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the nowadays
It's seven and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a deaths, entire lion
Surround with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is they want, I'm the one
This is vintage from - somethin'
I'm the son of the that got you niggas on
with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr. West for president
He probably let me get some inside the residence
I'm in the House going all out
Bumping Dropout, God-bless Americans
more influential than rap music
I merge jazz with the trap music
I mix black soul with rock and roll
They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you
Oh yea, go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare
My juvenile was wilder the NOLA
A locomotive track me down in my career
Runnin' shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to
It annoying, niggas wanna deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry ain't for him
Probably thinking for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, them
To the grave I deport them, extort them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty
My radiance rather gorgeous, bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's
Lace myself with the my playerism enormous
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 fuckin' if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should've sent the instrumental
Every time I writing I get sentimental
This is just not fair
But why the fuck should I
The story of your life
Two young was born and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, be the yams
Billboard list need 2Pac,
But number 9 makes he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, in a trance
Every day a celebration, but even the peaking me
Is not validation, this TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, ratings
And all around me, don't make me do demonstrations

Murder my allegations and burning my finger
Adjourning my patience and earning royalty payments
I'm sorry y'all not relating, this is reservated
I this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta it
I gotta lay it, gotta 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)