Luyện nghe bài hát Foe Phone

1]
I didn't go to Harvard, go to Yale
I do not own a degree, I'm from the
I have to cook up I wanna eat
I spit that up when I'm on the beat
No I did not go to State, but I got a Wraith, I throw that chop in the
At 13 I got me a plate, up that yay, then ran out and caught me a play
Found out you plottin' on my cake, I'm not gonna play, I pop up, poppin' the K
I send them crash dummies to crash, stay out of way, them choppers start choppin' away
Headshot, checkmate, safe like it just ate
East side, yeah way
I'm bout sending somethin' that way
I'm thinking bout finger that K
runnin' in your home, I just want put all my niggas on
Don't kill my vibe, I'm in my zone
Banana clip, I'ma his dome
We pop 'em fast, we don't sit on
we get 'em in, we gon' get 'em gone
We ain't on none of that fu you niggas on
All my niggas on

Whip with the digital dash, soon as I hit the gas, so long
fours and these slabs move super fast, lately I been trappin' off of both phones
If I'm ever out without that pole, it feel like I do not clothes on
Never catch me naked, out here faking, 'specially runnin' round with all gold on
I found out you plottin' on my cake, I'm not gonna play, I pop up, start the K
I send them dummies to crash, stay out of they way, them choppers start choppin' away
Whip the digital dash, soon as I hit the gas, nigga so long
These fours and these slabs move super fast, lately I trappin' off of both phones

2]
I did not major in business, I'm not a grad out of
I pop off slabs of that powder, I run through bales of that
Don't me in your raps, boy I don't wanna battle, I'm airin' you out
I run up and fan, bet I'm get my man, I do not air at the crowd
I put pies on the stove, I put on the road
at my neck and my wrist, I turned them pies into gold
We them guys on the low, ridin' with the pole, from the 'Go
I'ma die the dough, long as they keep putting I's on the stove
This that next level, I the jig with the devil, I threw some bricks in the bezel
I some bows at a stripper, I'm with the vultures and killers
That lil you chasin' is not gonna bust it wide open for you, but gon' go for my niggas
You fake and you I'm strapped
They slid through this bitch, drums, I was blowin' back

Whip with the dash, soon as I hit the gas, nigga so long
fours and these slabs move super fast, lately I been trappin' off of both phones
If I'm out without that pole, it feel like I do not have clothes on
Never catch me naked, out here faking, 'specially runnin' round with all gold on
I found out you plottin' on my cake, I'm not play, I pop up, start poppin' the K
I send them crash dummies to crash, out of they way, them choppers start choppin' away
Whip with the digital dash, as I hit the gas, nigga so long
These fours and these slabs move super fast, I been trappin' off of both phones