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

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

The whole industry in shambles
fugazi, I'm just changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for
Career damaging verses, with candles lit
I like my raps extra
Since freestyling on lunch tables and 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 money or
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, hate in my heart, the
Run for cover, my prove itself
I'm rollin' in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than lips
We had to shake the game up and you're through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played
like 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
Hiiigher power, every other hour since Bauer
Since stash and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a deaths, entire lion
Surround with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
is what they want, I'm the one
This is vintage from 1990 -
I'm the son of the pioneer got you niggas on
Play him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr. Kanye for president
He probably let me get head inside the residence
I'm in the White House all out
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless
more influential than rap music
I jazz fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with rock and roll
never 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 wilder 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, have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, to California
It gets annoying, niggas deploy 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. studied the game before them
Listen to you boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort
I'm off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the
Hundred mil in my fortune, call me back in the morning
You're racing the tortoise, pace myself it's important
Lace myself the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my
Jimi Kendrix performing, this studio haunted (Ah!)
I a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should've never sent the
Every time I start writing I get
This shit is just not
But why the fuck should I
The story of your life
Two young stars was born and gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the
Billboard need 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes sure he lives on,
Hoochie, coochie, in a trance
day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me
Is not validation, nigga TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, ratings
And casualties all around me, don't make me do

Murder my allegations and burning my traces
Adjourning my patience and earning royalty payments
I'm sorry y'all not relating, party is reservated
I kill this muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib the instrumental, I gotta slay it
I lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with
The ruckus had my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest

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