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 industry been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I'm changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for
Career damaging verses, meditating with lit
I like my raps extra
Since freestyling on lunch and park benches
And I won't mention my ten hours in training
While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was
And now we at the competition as quick submission
They tappin' out before we even get a chance to 'em
What about, is it money or skill?
Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's
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 deep in that 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 stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays
It's like an 8-ball to the face
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the nowadays
It's seven figures and retainer for the nowadays, I'm talking
Hiiigher power, every other since Eddie Bauer
Since boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire
itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is they want, I'm the one
This is vintage 1990 - somethin'
I'm the son of the pioneer got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald
I'm Mr. Kanye West for president
He probably let me get head inside the residence
I'm in the White going all out
Bumping Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential rap music
I jazz fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with rock and roll
They box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare
My juvenile was wilder than the
A locomotive couldn't track me in my career
Runnin' this shit with pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to
It gets annoying, niggas deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry 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 game before
to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, extort them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty
My radiance rather gorgeous, bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the
You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself important
Lace myself the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, this 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 never sent the instrumental
Every time I start I get sentimental
This shit is just not
But why the fuck I care?
The story of your life
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 lives on,
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a
Every day a celebration, but even the valley me
Is not validation, nigga TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better
And casualties all around me, don't make me do

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

my leather-
(Nah I'm fuckin' wit cha)