Luyện nghe bài hát Feb 14

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

Ayy, you don't really fuck me, so you could just cut it out
I see you I peep what you all about
You ain't over me, I rather fuck your mouth
You just wanna roll with me and up all my clout
Gettin' tried of reachin' out and tryna talk
So flavor, all these haters keep on droppin' salt
(Ooh, I fuck that)
I even write it down, Red Skelton
out loud, uh, clown, uh uh
I ain't never go no heart surgery (uh, yuh, yuh)
I can't see no lil' hoe hurtin' me (ayy, ayy)
But I broke some hearts, ask my clergy, B (ayy, ayy)
I'm like how the fuck nigga in front of me? (ayy, ayy)
I'm what the fuck, this nigga been watchin' me?
Like how this nigga sittin' tellin' me about me?
Antoneisha say I was in my dream (ayy)
That lil' bih Chanuncey say I'm fightin' in my (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 Valentine's Day, but I'm (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)
They ask me my hobby, bitch, identity theft

I be runnin' up that money, take a deep breath
I what's up, I keep 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, a real 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 fool business with that foolery
Start jackin' niggas and niggas, first I was snatchin' jewelry
I bag a like groceries
Watch how you me
you, hoe, you could 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 spot for my old G

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