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 changing the
Kendrick Lamar, the champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career verses, meditating with candles lit
I my raps extra prolific
Since on lunch tables and park benches
And I won't mention my ten thousand in training
While gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
And now we look at the competition as quick
tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em
What this about, is it or skill?
Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never
I can see y'all
To be the God emcees, you me well
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the
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 you're flying through
Everything is high stakes nowadays, how it played nowadays
like an 8-ball to the face nowadays
I'm nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Hiiigher power, every hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire
Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you a profit, ah!
This is what want, I'm the one
is vintage from 1990 - somethin'
I'm the son of the pioneer got you niggas on
Play with him, you better off voting for Donald Trump
I'm Mr. Kanye West for president
He probably let me get some head inside the
I'm in the White House all out
Bumping Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential than rap
I merge jazz fusion with the trap
I mix soul with some rock 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 was wilder than the NOLA
A couldn't track me down in my career
Runnin' this shit four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to
It gets annoying, niggas wanna him
And bitches wanna him, but industry shit ain't for him
Probably thinking for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian studied the before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, them
To the grave I deport them, extort them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, call me back in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, pace it's important
Lace myself the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio (Ah!)
I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't me)
I kill this whole beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should've never sent the
Every time I start I get sentimental
This shit is not fair
But why the fuck should I
The of your life here
Two stars was born and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, be the yams
list need 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes sure he on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a
Every day a celebration, but even the peaking me
Is not validation, nigga TDE
And my be salivating, salaries, better ratings
And casualties all around me, make me do demonstrations

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

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