Luyện nghe bài hát Exfoliate & Faint

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

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

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

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I'm from the mud, I'm the sediment
I'm finna 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 nigga get mad, Ferrari in your front yard
Ooh not for TV, this not NBC
When she drop that ass on me, now she with the stars
I ain't talking no freestyle, but I give her bars
Break her off like a Kit-Kat, she fuck me on Mars

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

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
that talking if you thought you was gon' play me
Come with that bag or we gon' send you 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 morning thinking how much money can I make
Ordered ten plates, thought I was on a date
These bitches Australian or something, all want to do is mate
All these bitches wanna date me, tell 'em all gotta wait
Yeah, shawty like 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 life like gravy, there's so much at stake
Niggas my swag, had to tell 'em it was late
It just 2018, I did that 2008
Heard some good things about her, blow me up 'til I

Drank so many that I fainted
Dose off to the entertainment
Right wrist fifty, one is an eighty
All these pointers in my wrist a Mercedes
Hold talking 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 'cause I'm always out of state, yeah, ayy