Luyện nghe bài hát Exfoliate & Faint

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

1]
I just got off tour and now I'm balling I'm Rondo
Counting up early in the morning like Alonzo
Flood shit like Elliot, I'll 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
Ayesha Curry, my bitch ballin' (swish)
I my gang, look like security in the mall with me
Bust down a forty, one millimeter, it costs a fifty

I just got off tour and copped a
Let me you a tour
I just got off tour, and I 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 eggs
Put you on CNN the F&N
Broke bitch throw it back for a Mac gift
Know your nigga get mad, Ferrari in your front
Ooh not for TV, this not NBC
When she drop that ass on me, now she dancing with the
I ain't talking 'bout no freestyle, but I her bars
Break her off a Kit-Kat, she wan' fuck me on Mars

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

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

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

Drank so many that I fainted
Dose off to the entertainment
wrist fifty, left one is an eighty
All these in my wrist cost a Mercedes
Hold that if you thought you was gon' play me
Come that 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