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

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

The whole been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I'm just the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for
Career damaging verses, with candles lit
I like my raps extra
Since on lunch tables and park benches
And I won't mention my ten hours in training
While juggling gang-banging, my 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?
it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real
You see my is very 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 prove itself
I'm rollin' in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're through turbulence
is high 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 waist
It's figures 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 thousand deaths, lion
Surround itself with bears, it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what want, I'm the one
This is vintage from 1990 -
I'm the son of the pioneer got you niggas on
with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr. West for president
He probably let me get some head inside the
I'm in the House going all out
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless
Nothing more influential than rap
I merge jazz fusion with the trap
I mix black soul with some rock and
They 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 was wilder than the NOLA
A locomotive track me down in my career
Runnin' shit with four 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, Mississippi to
It gets annoying, wanna deploy him
And bitches adore him, but industry shit ain't for him
Probably thinking for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my
Mr. studied the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I mighty morphin'
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the
You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's
myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking haunted (Ah!)
I tell a bitch don't me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole fuckin' beat if let me (Please Cole)
Ib should've never the instrumental
Every time I writing I get sentimental
shit is just not fair
But why the fuck I care?
The story of your life
Two young stars was born and y'all die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the
Billboard list need 2Pac,
But number 9 sure he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a
Every day a celebration, but the valley peaking me
Is not validation, this TDE
And my be salivating, salaries, better ratings
And casualties all around me, don't make me do

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

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