Luyện nghe bài hát Feb 14

Ladies and
All that lil' slick shit, all lil' fake ass shit
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 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 roll with me and soak up all my clout
tried of niggas reachin' out and tryna talk
So much flavor, all these keep on droppin' salt
(Ooh, I with that)
I ain't even write it down, Red
out loud, uh, clown, uh uh
I never go through 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 this 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 fightin' in my (ayy)
That lil' bih say I'm fightin' in my sleep (yuh, yuh)
Got angels on my team fightin' demons
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,
Even I'm married, nigga, I'm hoein' around
I don't in karma, that shit is flaw
'Cause I done let out rounds, and it back 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 Rolls in my projects (yeah, ooh, ooh)
Don't get me wrong, I love myself, but I identity theft (ayy, ayy)
They ask me what's my hobby, bitch, theft

I be up that money, gotta take a deep breath
I know what's up, I my ear to the streets like I'm a elf
Fuck it, I'm now, iPhone 7S
No, I ain't like you Internet clowns, this a real bulletproof
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 with foolery
Start jackin' niggas and niggas, first I was snatchin' jewelry
I bag a nigga like
Watch how you me
you, hoe, you could leave, ain't no emotions to me
Drop a hoe a 14
I'm posted up, Boy Ree's
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 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 finger itchin', you would think I'm a dope fiend
February 14, yeah, this 14 (ayy)