Luyện nghe bài hát Feb 14

Ladies and
All that lil' slick shit, all that fake ass shit
When I be readin' shit, man
Y'all don't really fuck me, ayy, ayy, ayy
You don't fuck with me
So actin' like you fuck with me
'Cause I ain't gon' act like I with you
And put that on blast
Ayy

Ayy, you don't really fuck me, so you could just cut it out
I see you know I what you all about
You ain't fuckin' over me, I rather fuck mouth
You wanna roll with me and soak up all my clout
Gettin' tried of niggas reachin' out and talk
So flavor, all these haters keep on droppin' salt
(Ooh, I fuck that)
I ain't even it down, Red Skelton
out loud, uh, clown, uh uh
I ain't never go no heart surgery (uh, yuh, yuh)
'Cause I can't see no lil' hoe me (ayy, ayy)
But I broke some hearts, ask my clergy, B (ayy, ayy)
I'm like how the fuck this in front of me? (ayy, ayy)
I'm like what the fuck, this nigga been me?
Like how this nigga sittin' here me about me?
Antoneisha say I was in my dream (ayy)
That lil' bih say I'm fightin' in my sleep (yuh, yuh)
Got three angels on my team fightin'
bih, nigga, I kill, stealin', I be cheatin' (yeah, nah, nah)
Ain't no grim, yeah, but I be (ayy, yuh)
Ayy, Valentine's Day, but I'm Halloweenin' (yuh)

I spin, bend,
Even when I'm married, nigga, I'm around
I don't believe in karma, that shit is
'Cause I done let out rounds, and it come around (yeah)
Identity (yeah, yeah, skrr, skrr)
That's my occupation, I love to pop (identity theft)
I was the in the ring, a Rolls Royce in my projects (yeah, ooh, ooh)
Don't get me wrong, I love myself, but I love theft (ayy, ayy)
They ask me what's my hobby, bitch, identity

I be runnin' up that money, gotta take a deep
I know what's up, I my ear to the streets like I'm a elf
Fuck it, I'm writin' now, 7S
No, I ain't like you Internet clowns, this a bulletproof vest
I'm conditioned to the streets, up to the streets
I done grew up 'fore I ever went puberty
I just gave a that business with that foolery
jackin' niggas and whackin' niggas, first I was snatchin' jewelry
I bag a like groceries
how you approachin' me
Fuck you, hoe, you could leave, ain't no to me
a hoe like a 14
I'm up, Dope Boy Ree's
I my heart to the streets
But I got a spot for my old G

HBK, kid, February 14 (yeah)
HBK, Heart Kodak, February 14 (yeah)
Touch everybody 'round the country, 14
Yeah, I'm lovin', and I'm thuggin', 14
On that coffee and cocoa, I ain't on codeine
I ain't been on no lean, 14
Yeah, my trigger finger itchin', you would think I'm a fiend
February 14, yeah, this 14 (ayy)