Luyện nghe bài hát Feb 14

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

Ayy, you don't really fuck with me, so you just cut it out
I see you I peep what you all about
You ain't fuckin' over me, I rather your mouth
You just wanna roll with me and up all my clout
Gettin' tried of reachin' out and tryna talk
So much flavor, all these haters on droppin' salt
(Ooh, I fuck that)
I ain't write it down, Red Skelton
out loud, uh, clown, uh uh
I ain't go through no heart surgery (uh, yuh, yuh)
'Cause I see no lil' hoe hurtin' me (ayy, ayy)
But I done broke hearts, ask my clergy, B (ayy, ayy)
I'm like how the this nigga in front of me? (ayy, ayy)
I'm like the fuck, this nigga been watchin' me?
Like how this nigga sittin' tellin' me about me?
Antoneisha say I was in my dream (ayy)
lil' bih Chanuncey say I'm fightin' in my sleep (yuh, yuh)
Got three angels on my fightin' demons
bih, nigga, I kill, stealin', I be cheatin' (yeah, nah, nah)
Ain't no grim, yeah, but I be (ayy, yuh)
Ayy, it's Day, but I'm Halloweenin' (yuh)

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

I be runnin' up that money, gotta take a breath
I know what's up, I my ear to the streets like I'm a elf
it, I'm writin' now, iPhone 7S
No, I like you Internet clowns, this a real bulletproof vest
I'm to the streets, grew up to the streets
I done grew up I ever went through puberty
I just gave a that business with that foolery
Start jackin' and whackin' niggas, first I was snatchin' jewelry
I bag a nigga groceries
how you approachin' me
Fuck you, hoe, you leave, ain't no emotions to me
a hoe like a 14
I'm posted up, Dope Boy
I gave my 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 the country, February 14
Yeah, I'm lovin', and I'm thuggin', 14
On that coffee and that cocoa, I ain't on
I ain't on no lean, February 14
Yeah, my trigger finger itchin', you would I'm a dope fiend
February 14, yeah, this 14 (ayy)