Luyện nghe bài hát Exfoliate & Faint

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

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I got off tour and now I'm balling like I'm Rondo
Counting up real in the morning like Alonzo
Flood shit like Elliot, I'll still give you a light show
My pocket FN tight but my hips need a night glow
I ain't even Curry, I got thumbs
Like Ayesha Curry, my ballin' (swish)
I brought my gang, look like security in the mall me
Bust down a forty, one millimeter, it costs a fifty

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

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

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

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

Wake up every morning thinking how much can I make
Ordered ten plates, thought I was on a date
These bitches Australian or something, all they to do is mate
All these bitches wanna date me, tell 'em all they gotta
Yeah, shawty fine like wine, bust her down like a
Whippin' up them babies, ship 'em off inside a
Play her like a ukulele, my bitch fresh a laylee
I'm the football Brady, on her like a cape
Yeah, and my life like gravy, 'cause so much at stake
stole 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 Sprites that I fainted
off to the inflight entertainment
Right wrist fifty, one is an eighty
All these pointers in my wrist cost a
that talking if you thought you was gon' play me
Come that bag or we gon' send you down to Grady
But we're the same if you late, or you
I lost my 'cause I'm always out of state, yeah, ayy