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

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

The whole industry been in
fugazi, I'm just changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for
Career damaging verses, meditating with lit
I like my 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 look at the as quick submission
They tappin' out before we get a chance to miss 'em
What about, is it money 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 me well
Ridiculous, venomous, in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my lineage itself
I'm rollin' deep in paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than lips
We had to shake the game up and flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it nowadays
like an 8-ball to the face nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the nowadays
It's figures 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 deaths, entire lion
Surround itself with bears, it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is they want, I'm the one
This is vintage from 1990 -
I'm the son of the pioneer 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 inside the residence
I'm in the White going all out
Bumping College Dropout, Americans
Nothing more than rap music
I jazz fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with some 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 wilder the NOLA
A locomotive couldn't track me in my career
Runnin' shit with four 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, to California
It gets annoying, niggas wanna him
And bitches wanna adore him, but shit ain't for him
Probably it's for him, only one me
the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian studied the before them
Listen to you with boredom, rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien morphin'
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the
Hundred mil in my fortune, they me back in the morning
racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism
So pay the man for performance, all of my garments
Jimi performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)
I a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole fuckin' if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should've never the instrumental
Every time I start I get sentimental
This shit is not fair
But why the fuck I care?
The story of your here
Two young stars was and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, be the yams
Billboard list need 2Pac,
But number 9 sure he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a
Every day a celebration, but even the valley me
Is not validation, nigga TDE
And my be salivating, salaries, better ratings
And casualties all around me, make me do demonstrations

Murder my allegations and burning my finger
Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty
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 show you fuckers I'm not to with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King the fuckin' greatest

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