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 industry been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I'm just the channel
Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, meditating with lit
I my raps extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch tables and benches
And I won't mention my ten hours in training
juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
And now we look at the competition as submission
tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em
What about, is it money or skill?
it's both and I got large amounts 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 know me
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the
Run for cover, my prove itself
I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two
Before scholars, I tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're through turbulence
Everything is high nowadays, that's how it played nowadays
It's an 8-ball to the face 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 hour since Bauer
Since stash boxes and showers, breaking the padlock
And the coward dying 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 - somethin'
I'm the son of the that got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Trump
I'm yelling Mr. Kanye for president
He probably let me get some head the residence
I'm in the White House all out
Bumping College Dropout, Americans
Nothing more influential than rap
I merge jazz fusion the trap music
I mix soul with some rock and roll
never 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 juvenile was wilder the NOLA
A couldn't track me down in my career
Runnin' this with four 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, to California
It gets annoying, niggas wanna him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit for him
Probably thinking it's for him, one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my
Mr. studied the game before them
to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, corporations them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty
My radiance rather gorgeous, bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they 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, fucking studio haunted (Ah!)
I tell a bitch sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should've sent the instrumental
Every I start writing I get sentimental
This shit is just not
But why the fuck should I
The story of your here
Two stars was born and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the
Billboard list 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes sure he lives on,
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a
day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me
Is not validation, nigga TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, ratings
And casualties all around me, make me do demonstrations

Murder my and burning my finger traces
Adjourning my patience and earning royalty payments
I'm sorry y'all not relating, party is reservated
I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. 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, King the fuckin' greatest

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