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 been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I'm changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the champion, I'm animal for analysts
damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
I my raps extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch tables and park
And I won't my ten thousand hours in training
While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was
And now we at the competition as quick submission
They tappin' out we even get a chance to miss 'em
What about, is it money 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 prove
I'm rollin' in that paper like two Adeles
scholars, I flowed tighter than 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 an 8-ball to the face nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist
It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm
Hiiigher power, every other hour Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, the padlock
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 that got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Trump
I'm yelling Mr. West for president
He probably let me get some head inside the
I'm in the White House all out
Bumping College Dropout, Americans
Nothing more influential rap music
I jazz fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with rock and roll
They never box me in, I'm David 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 in my career
Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might
A right in front 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
thinking it's for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never my foreign
Mr. studied the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort
To the I deport them, corporations extort them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty
My rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, call me back in the morning
racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important
Lace myself with the my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking haunted (Ah!)
I a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib never sent the instrumental
Every time I start I get sentimental
This is just not fair
But why the fuck should I
The of your life here
Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die
Oh Lord, be the yams
Billboard list need 2Pac,
But number 9 sure 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, ratings
And all around me, don't make me do demonstrations

Murder my allegations and burning my finger
Adjourning my patience and earning royalty payments
I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is
I kill this whole muthafucking if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib the instrumental, I gotta slay it
I gotta lay it, show 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)