Luyện nghe bài hát Foe Phone

1]
I go to Harvard, didn't go to Yale
I do not own a degree, I'm from the
I have to cook up when I eat
I that cook up when I'm on the beat
No I did not go to State, but I got a Wraith, I that chop in the safe
At 13 I got me a plate, chopped up that yay, then ran out and caught me a
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 start choppin' away
Headshot, checkmate, safe full like it ate
East side, yeah way
I'm thinking sending somethin' that way
I'm bout finger fuckin' that K
runnin' in your home, I just want put all my niggas on
Don't kill my vibe, bitch I'm in my
clip, I'ma 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 of that fu shit you niggas on
All my niggas on

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

2]
I did not major in business, I'm not a grad out of
I pop off slabs of powder, I run through bales of that 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 get my man, I do not air at the crowd
I put pies on the stove, I put pies on the
Look at my neck and my wrist, I them pies into gold
We them guys on the low, with the pole, live from the 'Go
I'ma die the dough, long as they keep putting I's on the stove
This that next level, I guessed the jig with the devil, I 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 open for you, but go for my niggas
You fake and you know I'm
They through this bitch, fanning drums, I was blowin' back

Whip with the digital dash, soon as I hit the gas, so long
These fours and these slabs move super fast, I been trappin' off of both phones
If I'm ever out without that pole, it 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 on my cake, I'm not gonna play, I pop up, start poppin' the K
I send crash dummies to crash, stay out of they way, them choppers start choppin' away
with the digital dash, soon as I hit the gas, nigga so long
These fours and these move super fast, lately I been trappin' off of both phones