Luyện nghe bài hát Exfoliate & Faint

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

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

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

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

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

Drank so many that I fainted
Dose off to the entertainment
Right wrist fifty, one is an eighty
All these in my wrist cost a Mercedes
that talking if you thought 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 lost my accent 'cause I'm out of state, yeah, ayy

Wake up every morning how much money 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 me, tell 'em all they gotta wait
Yeah, shawty fine like wine, bust her like a grape
Whippin' up them babies, ship 'em off inside a
Play her like a ukulele, my fresh like a laylee
I'm the football Brady, Gucci on her a cape
Yeah, and my life like gravy, 'cause so much at stake
Niggas stole my swag, had to 'em it was late
It just 2018, I did that 2008
Heard some things about her, blow me up 'til I inflate

Drank so many Sprites that I
Dose off to the inflight
Right fifty, left one is an eighty
All pointers in my wrist cost a Mercedes
that talking if you thought 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