Luyện nghe bài hát Black Friday

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

The whole been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I'm just the channel
Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, with candles lit
I like my raps extra
Since freestyling on lunch and park benches
And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in
While 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 about, is it money or skill?
Maybe it's both and I got large of it, it's real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my is never mistakable
I can see y'all
To be the God emcees, you know me
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the
Run for cover, my lineage itself
I'm deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed than virgin lips
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 8-ball to the face
I'm nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It's seven figures and retainer for the nowadays, I'm talking
Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie
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 what want, I'm the one
This is vintage from 1990 -
I'm the son of the that got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Trump
I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for
He probably let me get some head the residence
I'm in the White going all out
College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more than rap music
I merge jazz fusion the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and
They never box me in, I'm David all you hoes
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' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might
A bitch right in front ya, chico, have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, to California
It gets annoying, niggas deploy him
And wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him
thinking it's for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian studied the game them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort
To the grave I deport them, corporations 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 back in the
You're racing against the tortoise, pace it's 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 bitch sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole fuckin' beat if let me (Please Cole)
Ib should've never sent the
Every time I writing I get sentimental
shit is just not fair
But why the fuck should I
The story of your life
Two young stars was born and gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the
Billboard list need 2Pac,
But 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, in a trance
Every day a celebration, but even the valley me
Is not validation, this TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, ratings
And casualties all me, don't make me do demonstrations

Murder my allegations and burning my finger
my power patience and earning royalty payments
I'm sorry not relating, this party is reservated
I kill this whole muthafucking 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 been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin'

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