Luyện nghe bài hát Black Friday

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

The industry been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I'm changing the channel
Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, meditating with lit
I like my extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch tables and park
And I mention my ten thousand hours in training
While gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
And now we look at the as quick submission
They out before we even get a chance to miss 'em
What this about, is it or skill?
Maybe both and I got large amounts of it, it's real
You see my oath is unbreakable, my style is never mistakable
I can see incapable
To be the God emcees, you me well
Ridiculous, venomous, in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my lineage prove
I'm deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're flying through
Everything is stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays
It's like an 8-ball to the face
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist
It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm
Hiiigher power, every hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, lion
Surround itself with bears, it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
is what they want, I'm the one
This is vintage from - somethin'
I'm the son of the that got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you better off for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr. Kanye for president
He probably let me get some inside the residence
I'm in the White going all out
Bumping Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more than rap music
I merge jazz fusion with the trap
I mix black soul with some rock and
never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so
My juvenile was than the NOLA
A couldn't track me down in my career
Runnin' this shit with pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, to California
It annoying, niggas wanna deploy him
And bitches adore 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 my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian the game before them
to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I mighty morphin'
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they me back in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself important
Lace myself with the wisdom my enormous
So pay the man for performance, all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, this studio 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 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 die here
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 the valley peaking me
Is not validation, this TDE
And my be salivating, salaries, better ratings
And casualties all me, don't make me do demonstrations

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

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