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

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

The whole been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I'm changing the channel
Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, with candles lit
I my raps extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch and park benches
And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in
While juggling gang-banging, my was tremendous
And now we look at the as quick submission
They tappin' out before we even get a chance to 'em
What this about, is it or skill?
it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is mistakable
I can see y'all
To be the God emcees, you me well
Ridiculous, venomous, in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my prove itself
I'm rollin' in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than lips
We had to shake the game up and you're through turbulence
Everything is stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays
It's like an 8-ball to the face
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the nowadays
It's seven figures and for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Hiiigher power, every other hour since Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, the padlock
And the dead coward a thousand deaths, entire lion
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 that got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you off voting for Donald Trump
I'm Mr. Kanye West for president
He probably let me get some head the residence
I'm in the House going all out
Bumping College Dropout, Americans
Nothing more influential than rap
I merge jazz fusion with the music
I mix black soul some 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 couldn't track me down in my career
Runnin' this shit with 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 deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit for him
thinking it's for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before
Listen to you boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I them, corporations extort them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty
My rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the
You're against the tortoise, pace myself it's important
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my
Jimi Kendrix performing, fucking studio haunted (Ah!)
I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't me)
I kill this fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib never sent the instrumental
Every time I writing I get sentimental
This is just not fair
But why the fuck I care?
The story of your life
Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die
Oh Lord, gotta be the
Billboard list need 2Pac,
But number 9 makes sure he lives on,
Hoochie, coochie, in a trance
Every day a celebration, but the valley peaking me
Is not validation, this TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better
And all around me, don't make me do demonstrations

Murder my allegations and burning my finger
Adjourning my power patience and royalty payments
I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is
I kill this whole muthafucking if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib the instrumental, I gotta slay 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)