Luyện nghe bài hát Black Friday (A Tale Of 2 Citiez Remix)

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

The whole industry in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I'm just the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm for analysts
Career damaging verses, meditating candles lit
I like my raps prolific
freestyling on lunch tables and park benches
And I won't my ten thousand hours in training
juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
And now we look at the competition as submission
They tappin' out we even get a chance to miss 'em
What this about, is it or skill?
Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's
You see my oath is unbreakable, my style is never mistakable
I can see y'all
To be the God emcees, you know me
Ridiculous, venomous, in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my lineage itself
I'm rollin' in that paper like two Adeles
scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We had to the game up and you're flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it nowadays
It's an 8-ball 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 boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire
Surround with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
is what they want, I'm the one
This is from 1990 - 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 West for
He probably let me get some head inside the
I'm in the White going all out
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless
Nothing influential than rap music
I merge jazz with the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and
They never box me in, I'm 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' 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 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. Valevictorian studied the before them
Listen to you with boredom, rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, corporations them
I'm off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred to the doorman
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 my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, fucking studio haunted (Ah!)
I tell a bitch 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 start I get sentimental
This shit is just not
But why the should I care?
The story of your life
Two young stars was born and gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the
list need 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes 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 all around me, don't make me do demonstrations

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

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