Luyện nghe bài hát Feb 14

Ladies and
All that slick shit, all that lil' fake ass shit
When I be readin' shit, man
Y'all don't really with me, ayy, ayy, ayy
You don't really with 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 don't really fuck me, so you could just cut it out
I see you know I peep what you all
You ain't over me, I rather fuck your mouth
You just wanna roll with me and up all my clout
tried of niggas reachin' out and tryna talk
So much flavor, all these haters on droppin' salt
(Ooh, I with that)
I ain't even write it down, Red
out loud, uh, clown, uh uh
I ain't never go through no heart (uh, yuh, yuh)
'Cause I can't see no hoe hurtin' me (ayy, ayy)
But I done broke hearts, ask my clergy, B (ayy, ayy)
I'm like how the fuck this nigga in of me? (ayy, ayy)
I'm like what the fuck, nigga been watchin' me?
Like how nigga sittin' here 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 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, it's Day, but I'm Halloweenin' (yuh)

I spin, bend,
when I'm married, nigga, I'm hoein' around
I don't believe in karma, that is flaw
'Cause I done let out rounds, and it 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 in my projects (yeah, ooh, ooh)
Don't get me wrong, I love myself, but I love theft (ayy, ayy)
They ask me my hobby, bitch, identity theft

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