Luyện nghe bài hát Feb 14

Ladies and
All that lil' shit, all that lil' fake ass shit
I be readin' that shit, man
Y'all don't really with me, ayy, ayy, ayy
You don't really with me
So stop actin' you fuck with me
'Cause I ain't gon' act I fuck with you
And put shit 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 fuck your mouth
You just wanna roll me and soak 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 broke some hearts, ask my clergy, B (ayy, ayy)
I'm like how the fuck this in front of me? (ayy, ayy)
I'm like the fuck, this nigga been watchin' me?
Like how this nigga sittin' here tellin' me me?
Antoneisha say I was fightin' in my (ayy)
That lil' bih Chanuncey say I'm fightin' in my (yuh, yuh)
Got three angels on my team fightin'
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 believe in karma, that shit is
'Cause I done let out rounds, and it come 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 money, gotta 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, this a real vest
I'm to the streets, grew up to the streets
I done up 'fore I ever went through puberty
I just gave a fool that business with that
Start jackin' niggas and whackin' niggas, first I was jewelry
I bag a nigga groceries
Watch how you me
Fuck you, hoe, you leave, ain't no emotions to me
a hoe like a 14
I'm posted up, Boy Ree's
I my heart 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 the country, February 14
Yeah, I'm lovin', and I'm thuggin', 14
On that coffee and 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, February 14 (ayy)