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
fugazi, I'm just changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for
Career damaging verses, meditating with lit
I like my raps prolific
Since freestyling on lunch tables and benches
And I won't mention my ten hours in training
While gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
And now we look at the as quick 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 is very 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 lineage prove
I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two
Before scholars, I flowed tighter virgin lips
We had to the game up and you're flying 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 waist
seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie
Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the
And the coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion
Surround itself with bears, 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 him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr. Kanye for president
He probably let me get head inside the residence
I'm in the House going all out
Bumping College Dropout, Americans
Nothing more influential rap music
I merge jazz with the trap music
I mix black with some rock and roll
They never box me in, I'm Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare
My juvenile was wilder than the
A locomotive couldn't track me down in my
Runnin' this shit four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to
It annoying, niggas wanna deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit for him
Probably thinking for him, only one me
the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort
I'm off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
My radiance gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they me back in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, myself it's important
myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, fucking studio haunted (Ah!)
I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't me)
I kill this whole 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 should I care?
The story of your life
Two young stars was born and y'all die here
Oh Lord, be the yams
Billboard list need 2Pac,
But 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, in a trance
Every day a celebration, but even the peaking me
Is not validation, this TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, ratings
And casualties all around me, don't me do demonstrations

Murder my and burning my finger traces
my power patience and earning royalty payments
I'm y'all not relating, this party 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, show you fuckers I'm not to play with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the greatest

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