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 industry been in
Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the
Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm for analysts
Career damaging verses, meditating with lit
I like my raps prolific
Since freestyling on lunch and park benches
And I won't mention my ten hours in training
While juggling gang-banging, my was tremendous
And now we look at the competition as 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 oath is unbreakable, my style is never mistakable
I can see incapable
To be the God emcees, you me well
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the
Run for cover, my lineage prove
I'm deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the up and you're flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, how it played nowadays
It's like an to the face nowadays
I'm nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm
Hiiigher power, every other hour since Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire
Surround with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what want, I'm the one
This is vintage from - somethin'
I'm the son of the that got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you better off for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for
He probably let me get some head inside the
I'm in the White House all out
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless
Nothing more than rap music
I merge jazz fusion with the trap
I mix black soul some 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 than the NOLA
A locomotive couldn't track me in my career
Runnin' shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done
D-Bo, all of it one year, to California
It gets annoying, niggas deploy him
And bitches adore him, but industry shit ain't for him
thinking it's 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, abort
To the I deport them, corporations extort them
I'm off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me in the morning
You're against the tortoise, pace myself it's important
Lace myself with the wisdom my enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio (Ah!)
I tell a bitch sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole fuckin' if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should've sent the instrumental
Every time I start writing I get
shit is just not fair
But why the fuck I care?
The story of your here
Two young was born and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the
Billboard list 2Pac, damn
But 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah
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 me, don't make me do demonstrations

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

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