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

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

The whole industry been in
Everybody fugazi, I'm just the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for
Career damaging verses, meditating with lit
I my raps extra prolific
Since on lunch tables and park benches
And I won't 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 before we even get a chance to 'em
What this about, is it or skill?
Maybe it's both and I got large of it, it's real
You see my is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable
I can see incapable
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
Before scholars, I flowed than virgin lips
We had to the game up and you're flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, how it played nowadays
It's like an 8-ball to the nowadays
I'm nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It's seven and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Hiiigher power, every hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, lion
Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you a profit, ah!
This is what 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 Mr. Kanye West for president
He let me get some head inside the residence
I'm in the White going all out
Bumping Dropout, God-bless Americans
more influential than rap music
I merge fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and
They 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 locomotive couldn't track me down in my
Runnin' this shit with pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, to California
It gets annoying, niggas 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 the door in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian studied the game them
Listen to you boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, corporations them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien 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 myself it's
Lace myself with the my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my
Jimi Kendrix performing, this studio haunted (Ah!)
I tell a don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should've never the instrumental
time I start writing I get sentimental
This shit is just not
But why the fuck I care?
The story of your life
Two stars was born and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the
Billboard list 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a
day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me
Is not validation, this TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better
And all around me, don't make me do demonstrations

Murder my allegations and burning my traces
Adjourning my patience and earning royalty payments
I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is
I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. 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 the fuckin' greatest

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