Luyện nghe bài hát Feb 14

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

Ayy, you don't really with me, so you could just cut it out
I see you I peep what you all about
You ain't fuckin' over me, I fuck your mouth
You just wanna roll with me and up all my clout
Gettin' tried of niggas out and tryna talk
So much flavor, all these haters keep on salt
(Ooh, I with that)
I ain't even it down, Red Skelton
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 like the fuck, this nigga been watchin' me?
Like how this nigga sittin' tellin' me about me?
say I was fightin' in my dream (ayy)
That lil' bih Chanuncey say I'm fightin' in my (yuh, yuh)
Got three angels on my 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,
when I'm married, nigga, I'm hoein' around
I don't believe in karma, shit is flaw
'Cause I done let out rounds, and it come back (yeah)
theft (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 what's my hobby, bitch, identity

I be runnin' up that money, gotta take a deep
I know up, I keep my ear to the streets like I'm a elf
Fuck it, I'm writin' now, 7S
No, I ain't you Internet clowns, this a real bulletproof vest
I'm conditioned to the streets, grew up to the
I done grew up 'fore I ever went through
I just gave a fool that with that foolery
Start jackin' niggas and whackin' niggas, first I was snatchin'
I bag a like groceries
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 soft for my old G

HBK, heartbreak kid, 14 (yeah)
HBK, Break Kodak, February 14 (yeah)
Touch '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 been on no lean, 14
Yeah, my trigger finger itchin', you would I'm a dope fiend
February 14, yeah, February 14 (ayy)