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

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

The whole industry in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I'm changing the channel
Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career verses, meditating with candles lit
I my raps extra prolific
Since freestyling on tables and park benches
And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in
While gang-banging, my balancing 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 or skill?
Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never
I can see incapable
To be the God emcees, you know me
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the
Run for cover, my prove itself
I'm rollin' deep in paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter 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 like an 8-ball to the nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist
It's seven figures and retainer for the nowadays, I'm talking
Hiiigher power, every other hour Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the
And the dead dying a thousand deaths, entire lion
itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is they want, I'm the one
is vintage from 1990 - somethin'
I'm the son of the pioneer that got you on
Play with him, you better off voting for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for
He probably let me get some head inside the
I'm in the White House all out
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless
Nothing influential than rap music
I merge jazz fusion the trap music
I mix soul with some rock and roll
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 couldn't track me down in my career
Runnin' this shit with pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to
It gets annoying, wanna deploy him
And bitches wanna him, but industry shit ain't for him
Probably thinking for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian studied the before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort
To the grave I deport them, corporations them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I mighty morphin'
My radiance gorgeous, hundred bill 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 the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio (Ah!)
I tell a don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should've never sent the
Every time I writing I get sentimental
This is just not fair
But why the should I care?
The story of life here
Two young was born and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, be the yams
Billboard need 2Pac, damn
But number 9 sure he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, in a trance
Every day a celebration, but 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 my finger traces
Adjourning my power and earning royalty payments
I'm y'all 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 greatest

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