Luyện nghe bài hát Feb 14

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

Ayy, you really fuck with me, so you could just cut it out
I see you know I peep you all about
You fuckin' over me, I rather fuck your mouth
You just wanna roll me and soak up all my clout
tried of niggas 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 go through no heart surgery (uh, yuh, yuh)
'Cause I see no lil' hoe hurtin' me (ayy, ayy)
But I done some hearts, ask my clergy, B (ayy, ayy)
I'm like how the fuck this in front of me? (ayy, ayy)
I'm what the fuck, this nigga been watchin' me?
how this nigga sittin' here tellin' me about me?
Antoneisha say I was in my dream (ayy)
That bih Chanuncey say I'm fightin' in my sleep (yuh, yuh)
Got three angels on my fightin' demons
Lil' bih, nigga, I kill, stealin', I be (yeah, nah, nah)
no grim, yeah, but I be reapin' (ayy, yuh)
Ayy, it's Day, but I'm Halloweenin' (yuh)

I spin, bend,
Even when I'm married, nigga, I'm hoein'
I don't believe in karma, shit is flaw
'Cause I done let out rounds, and it come back (yeah)
Identity (yeah, yeah, skrr, skrr)
That's my occupation, I to pop checks (identity theft)
I was the first in the ring, a Rolls Royce in my (yeah, ooh, ooh)
Don't get me wrong, I myself, but I love 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 clowns, this a real bulletproof vest
I'm conditioned to the streets, up to the streets
I done grew up I ever went through 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
how you approachin' me
Fuck you, hoe, you could leave, 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, heartbreak kid, 14 (yeah)
HBK, Heart 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 been on no lean, February 14
Yeah, my trigger finger itchin', you would think I'm a dope
February 14, yeah, this 14 (ayy)