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 in shambles
fugazi, I'm just changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for
Career verses, meditating with candles lit
I like my raps extra
Since on lunch tables and park benches
And I won't my ten thousand hours 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 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 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 an 8-ball to the face nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist
It's seven and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie
Since stash boxes and lead showers, 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 1990 - 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 for president
He probably let me get some inside the residence
I'm in the House going all out
Bumping College Dropout, Americans
Nothing influential than rap music
I merge jazz 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, go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare
My juvenile was wilder than the
A locomotive track me down in my career
Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to
It gets annoying, niggas deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but shit ain't for him
Probably it's for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, leasing my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian studied the before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort
To the grave I them, corporations extort them
I'm off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
My rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the
You're racing against the tortoise, myself it's important
Lace with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking haunted (Ah!)
I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't 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
This shit is just not
But why the fuck should I
The story of your life
Two stars 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, pussies in a
day a celebration, but even the valley 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 patience and earning royalty payments
I'm sorry y'all not relating, this is reservated
I kill whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib the instrumental, I gotta slay it
I gotta lay it, gotta you fuckers I'm not to play with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin'

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