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 industry been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I'm changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, with candles lit
I my raps extra prolific
freestyling on lunch tables and park benches
And I mention my ten thousand hours in training
While gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
And now we at the competition as quick submission
They tappin' out before we 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 mistakable
I can see incapable
To be the God emcees, you know me
Ridiculous, venomous, in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my prove itself
I'm deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed than virgin lips
We had to shake the up and you're flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, how it played nowadays
It's like an to the face nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the nowadays
It's seven figures and for the case nowadays, I'm talking
power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward a thousand deaths, entire lion
Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you a profit, ah!
This is what 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 Mr. Kanye West for president
He probably let me get some inside the residence
I'm in the House going all out
Bumping Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more than rap music
I merge jazz with the trap music
I mix black soul some rock and roll
They never box me in, I'm 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 ya, chico, what have you done here?
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 it's 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, them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort
I'm off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
My radiance rather gorgeous, bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, call me back in the morning
You're against the tortoise, pace myself it's important
myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, fucking 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 sent the instrumental
Every time I writing I get sentimental
This shit is just not
But why the fuck should I
The story of life here
Two young stars was and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the
list need 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes sure he 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 casualties all around me, make me do demonstrations

Murder my allegations and my finger traces
Adjourning my power patience and royalty payments
I'm y'all not relating, this party is reservated
I kill this whole muthafucking 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, King the fuckin' greatest

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