Luyện nghe bài hát Foe Phone

1]
I didn't go to Harvard, didn't go to
I do not own a degree, I'm the streets
I have to cook up when I eat
I spit that cook up when I'm on the
No I did not go to State, but I got a Wraith, I throw that in the safe
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 dummies to crash, stay out of they way, them choppers start choppin' away
Headshot, checkmate, safe full like it ate
side, yeah that way
I'm thinking bout sending somethin' way
I'm thinking bout fuckin' that K
runnin' in your home, I just want put all my niggas on
Don't my vibe, bitch I'm in my zone
Banana clip, peel his dome
We pop 'em fast, we don't sit on
Once we get 'em in, we get 'em gone
We ain't on none of that fu shit you on
All my niggas on

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
If I'm ever out without pole, it feel like I do not have clothes on
Never catch me naked, out here faking, 'specially runnin' with all this gold on
I 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 they way, them choppers start away
Whip with the digital dash, soon as I hit the gas, so long
These fours and these move super fast, lately I been trappin' off of both phones

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

Whip the digital dash, soon as I hit the gas, nigga so long
These fours and these slabs super fast, lately I been trappin' off of both phones
If I'm ever out without that pole, it feel like I do not have on
Never catch me naked, out here faking, 'specially runnin' round with all this 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, stay out of they way, them choppers start choppin'
Whip with the dash, soon as I hit the gas, nigga so long
These fours and these slabs move fast, lately I been trappin' off of both phones