Luyện nghe bài hát Exfoliate & Faint

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

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I just got off tour and now I'm like I'm Rondo
up real early in the morning like Alonzo
Flood this shit like Elliot, I'll give you a light show
My pocket FN tight but my hips need 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 mall me
Bust down a forty, one millimeter, it a small 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 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 back for a Mac gift
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 dancing with the
I ain't talking no freestyle, but I give her bars
Break her off like a Kit-Kat, she wan' me on Mars

I just got off tour and copped a
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, one is an eighty
All pointers in my wrist cost a Mercedes
Hold that talking if you you was gon' play me
Come with bag or we gon' send you down to Grady
But we're the same if you late, or you
I my accent 'cause I'm always out of state, yeah, ayy

Wake up every morning thinking how much money can I
Ordered ten plates, waiter thought I was on a
These bitches Australian or something, all they to do is mate
All these bitches date me, tell 'em all they gotta wait
Yeah, shawty fine wine, bust her down like a grape
Whippin' up them babies, 'em off inside a crate
Play her 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
stole my swag, had to tell 'em it was late
It just 2018, I did that 2008
Heard good things about her, blow me up 'til I inflate

Drank so Sprites that I fainted
Dose off to the inflight
wrist fifty, left one is an eighty
All these pointers in my cost a Mercedes
Hold that talking if you thought you was gon' 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