Luyện nghe bài hát Feb 14

Ladies and
All that lil' slick shit, all that lil' fake ass
I be readin' that shit, man
Y'all really fuck with me, ayy, ayy, ayy
You don't really fuck me
So stop actin' like you with me
'Cause I gon' act like I fuck with you
And put shit 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 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 flavor, all these haters keep on droppin' salt
(Ooh, I fuck that)
I even write it down, Red Skelton
out loud, uh, clown, uh uh
I ain't never go through no heart (uh, yuh, yuh)
'Cause I can't see no lil' hoe me (ayy, ayy)
But I done some 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, this been watchin' me?
Like how this nigga sittin' here tellin' me me?
say I was fightin' in my dream (ayy)
That bih Chanuncey say I'm fightin' in my sleep (yuh, yuh)
Got three angels on my fightin' demons
Lil' bih, nigga, I kill, stealin', I be (yeah, nah, nah)
no grim, yeah, but I be reapin' (ayy, yuh)
Ayy, it's Day, but I'm Halloweenin' (yuh)

I spin, bend,
Even when I'm married, nigga, I'm hoein'
I don't believe in karma, shit is flaw
'Cause I done let out rounds, and it back around (yeah)
Identity (yeah, yeah, skrr, skrr)
my occupation, I love 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 love identity (ayy, ayy)
They ask me what's my hobby, bitch, theft

I be runnin' up 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 writin' now, 7S
No, I ain't like you Internet clowns, a real bulletproof vest
I'm conditioned to the streets, grew up to the
I grew up 'fore I ever went through puberty
I just gave a that business with that foolery
Start jackin' niggas and whackin' niggas, first I was jewelry
I bag a like groceries
how you approachin' me
Fuck you, hoe, you could leave, 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, kid, February 14 (yeah)
HBK, Heart Break Kodak, 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 ain't been on no lean, 14
Yeah, my trigger finger itchin', you think I'm a dope fiend
February 14, yeah, February 14 (ayy)