Luyện nghe bài hát Exfoliate & Faint

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

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

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

2]
I'm from the mud, I'm the sediment
I'm make her change her skin regiment
I'm 'bout to whip it like it's benedict
Put you on CNN the F&N
Broke bitch throw it for a Mac gift card
your nigga get mad, Ferrari in your front yard
Ooh not for TV, this 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
Break her off a Kit-Kat, she wan' fuck me on Mars

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

Drank so many Sprites I fainted
off to the inflight entertainment
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 with that bag or we send you down to Grady
But we're the same if you late, or you
I lost my accent 'cause I'm out of state, yeah, ayy

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

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