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

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

The whole industry in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the
Kendrick Lamar, the champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, meditating candles lit
I like my raps extra
Since freestyling on tables and park benches
And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in
While gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
And now we look at the competition as 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 amounts of it, it's real
You see my oath is unbreakable, my style is never mistakable
I can see y'all
To be the God emcees, you know me
Ridiculous, venomous, in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my prove itself
I'm rollin' deep in that like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're flying turbulence
is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays
It's like an 8-ball to the 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 since Eddie Bauer
Since boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward a thousand deaths, entire lion
itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is they want, I'm the one
This is vintage from 1990 -
I'm the son of the that got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald
I'm yelling Mr. West for president
He probably let me get some head the residence
I'm in the White going all out
Bumping Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential than rap
I jazz fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with rock and roll
They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you
Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so
My juvenile was wilder the NOLA
A locomotive couldn't me down 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 deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry ain't for him
Probably thinking for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and the door in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian studied the game them
Listen to you boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, extort them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I mighty morphin'
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they me back in the morning
You're against the tortoise, pace myself it's important
myself with 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 bitch don't me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole fuckin' beat if let me (Please Cole)
Ib should've never sent the
time I start writing I get sentimental
This shit is just not
But why the fuck should I
The story of life here
Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die
Oh Lord, be the yams
list need 2Pac, damn
But number 9 sure he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a
Every day a celebration, but even the peaking me
Is not validation, this TDE
And my be salivating, salaries, better ratings
And casualties all me, don't make me do demonstrations

Murder my allegations and my finger traces
Adjourning my power patience and earning payments
I'm sorry y'all not relating, party is reservated
I kill this whole muthafucking 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, Kunta the fuckin' greatest

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