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 really fuck with me, ayy, ayy, ayy
You don't really with me
So stop like you fuck with me
'Cause I ain't gon' act like I fuck you
And put that on blast
Ayy

Ayy, you don't fuck with 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 your mouth
You just wanna with me and soak up all my clout
Gettin' tried of reachin' out and tryna talk
So much flavor, all these keep on droppin' salt
(Ooh, I with that)
I ain't even 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 fuck this in front of me? (ayy, ayy)
I'm like what the fuck, this been watchin' me?
Like how this sittin' here tellin' me about me?
Antoneisha say I was fightin' in my (ayy)
That bih Chanuncey say I'm fightin' in my sleep (yuh, yuh)
Got angels on my team fightin' demons
Lil' bih, nigga, I kill, stealin', I be (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 believe in karma, that is flaw
I done let out rounds, and it come back around (yeah)
Identity (yeah, yeah, skrr, skrr)
That's my occupation, I to pop checks (identity theft)
I was the first in the ring, a Royce in my projects (yeah, ooh, ooh)
Don't get me wrong, I love myself, but I identity theft (ayy, ayy)
They ask me my hobby, bitch, identity theft

I be runnin' up that money, gotta a deep breath
I know what's up, I keep my ear to the like I'm a elf
it, I'm writin' now, iPhone 7S
No, I ain't like you Internet clowns, this a real vest
I'm to the streets, grew up to the streets
I done grew up 'fore I went through puberty
I just gave a fool that business with foolery
Start jackin' niggas and whackin' niggas, first I was jewelry
I bag a nigga groceries
how you approachin' me
Fuck you, hoe, you leave, ain't no emotions to me
Drop a hoe a 14
I'm posted up, Dope Boy
I gave my to the streets
But I got a soft for my old G

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