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

Ayy, you don't really fuck with me, so you 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' of niggas reachin' out and tryna talk
So flavor, all these haters 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 never go no heart surgery (uh, yuh, yuh)
I can't see no lil' hoe hurtin' me (ayy, ayy)
But I done broke hearts, ask my clergy, B (ayy, ayy)
I'm like how the this nigga in front of me? (ayy, ayy)
I'm like what the fuck, this been watchin' me?
Like how this nigga sittin' here tellin' me 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 demons
Lil' bih, nigga, I kill, stealin', I be (yeah, nah, nah)
Ain't no grim, yeah, but I be (ayy, yuh)
Ayy, Valentine's Day, but I'm Halloweenin' (yuh)

I spin, bend,
Even when I'm married, nigga, I'm around
I believe in karma, that shit is flaw
I done let out rounds, and it come back around (yeah)
Identity (yeah, yeah, skrr, skrr)
That's my occupation, I love to pop (identity theft)
I was the in the ring, a Rolls Royce in my projects (yeah, ooh, ooh)
Don't get me wrong, I love myself, but I identity theft (ayy, ayy)
ask me what's my hobby, bitch, identity theft

I be runnin' up that money, gotta take a deep
I what's up, I keep my ear to the streets like I'm a elf
it, I'm writin' now, iPhone 7S
No, I ain't you Internet clowns, this a real bulletproof vest
I'm conditioned to the streets, up to the streets
I done grew up 'fore I ever went through
I just gave a fool that business that foolery
Start niggas and whackin' niggas, first I was snatchin' jewelry
I bag a nigga groceries
how you approachin' me
Fuck you, hoe, you could leave, no emotions to me
Drop a hoe 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, kid, February 14 (yeah)
HBK, Heart 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 finger itchin', you would think I'm a fiend
February 14, yeah, this 14 (ayy)