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

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

The industry been in shambles
fugazi, I'm just changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, with candles lit
I my raps extra prolific
freestyling on lunch tables and park benches
And I won't mention my ten hours in training
While juggling gang-banging, my was tremendous
And now we at the competition as quick submission
They tappin' out before we even get a to miss 'em
this about, is it money or skill?
Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my is never mistakable
I can see incapable
To be the God emcees, you me well
Ridiculous, venomous, in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my prove itself
I'm deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're flying through
Everything is high nowadays, that's how it played nowadays
It's like an 8-ball to the nowadays
I'm nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
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, entire
Surround with bears, watch it nigga, you share 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 yelling Mr. West for president
He probably let me get some head the residence
I'm in the White House all out
Bumping College Dropout, Americans
more influential than rap music
I merge jazz with the trap music
I mix soul with some 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 couldn't track me down in my career
this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, to California
It gets annoying, wanna deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit for him
Probably it's for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, them
To the grave I deport them, corporations them
I'm off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
My radiance 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, saucy all of my
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking haunted (Ah!)
I tell a don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole fuckin' beat if let me (Please Cole)
Ib should've sent the instrumental
time I start writing I get sentimental
This shit is not fair
But why the should I care?
The story of life here
Two young stars was and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the
Billboard list 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes sure he on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, in a trance
Every day a celebration, but the valley peaking me
Is not validation, nigga TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, ratings
And all around me, don't make me do demonstrations

Murder my allegations and burning my finger
my power patience and earning royalty payments
I'm sorry not relating, this party is reservated
I this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta it
I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play
The ruckus had my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest

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