Luyện nghe bài hát Exfoliate & Faint

I got off tour and copped a condo
Let me give you a
I just got off tour, and I want
Let me exfoliate pores

1]
I just got off tour and now I'm balling I'm Rondo
Counting up real early in the like Alonzo
Flood this shit like Elliot, still give you a light show
My pocket FN tight but my hips don't need a night
I even Curry, I got green thumbs
Like Ayesha Curry, my bitch (swish)
I brought my gang, look like in the mall with me
Bust a forty, one millimeter, it costs a small fifty

I just got off tour and a condo
Let me you a tour
I just got off tour, and I some
Let me your pores

2]
I'm from the mud, I'm from the
I'm make her change her skin regiment
I'm 'bout to whip it like eggs benedict
Put you on CNN the F&N
Broke throw it back for a Mac gift card
Know your nigga get mad, in your front yard
Ooh this not for TV, not NBC
When she that ass on me, now she dancing with the stars
I ain't talking no freestyle, but I give her bars
her off like a Kit-Kat, she wan' fuck me on Mars

I got off tour and copped a condo
Let me you a tour
I got off tour, and I want some
Let me exfoliate pores, yeah

Drank so Sprites that I fainted
Dose off to the inflight
Right wrist fifty, left one is an
All these pointers in my wrist cost a
Hold that talking if you you was gon' play me
Come that bag or we gon' send you down to Grady
But the same if you late, or you flake
I my accent 'cause I'm always out of state, yeah, ayy

Wake up every morning how much money can I make
Ordered ten plates, waiter I was on a date
bitches Australian or something, all they want to do is mate
All these bitches wanna date me, tell 'em all gotta wait
Yeah, shawty fine wine, bust her down like a grape
up them babies, ship 'em off inside a crate
Play her like a ukulele, my bitch fresh like a
I'm the Brady, Gucci on her like a cape
Yeah, and my like gravy, 'cause there's so much at stake
Niggas my swag, had to tell 'em it was late
It turned 2018, I did that 2008
Heard some good things about her, blow me up I inflate

Drank so many Sprites I fainted
Dose off to the inflight
Right wrist fifty, left one is an
All these pointers in my cost a Mercedes
Hold that if you thought you was gon' play me
Come with that bag or we gon' send you to Grady
But the same if you late, or you flake
I lost my accent I'm always out of state, yeah, ayy