Luyện nghe bài hát Foe Phone

1]
I go to Harvard, didn't go to Yale
I do not own a degree, I'm the streets
I have to cook up when I eat
I spit that cook up I'm on the beat
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, chopped up that yay, ran out and caught me a play
Found out you plottin' on my cake, I'm not gonna play, I pop up, start the K
I send them crash dummies to crash, out of they way, them choppers start choppin' away
Headshot, checkmate, safe like it just ate
East side, yeah way
I'm thinking bout sending that way
I'm bout finger fuckin' that K
Goons runnin' in your home, I just put all my niggas on
Don't my vibe, bitch 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 really on

Whip with the digital dash, soon as I hit the gas, nigga so
These fours and these slabs super fast, lately 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' 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, stay out of 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 been 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 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 turned them into gold
We them guys on the low, ridin' with the pole, live the 'Go
I'ma die with the dough, as they keep putting I's on the stove
This next level, I guessed the jig with the devil, I threw some bricks in the bezel
I threw some bows at a stripper, I'm 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 this bitch, fanning drums, I was blowin' back

Whip the digital dash, soon 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 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 gonna play, I pop up, start the K
I send them crash dummies to crash, stay out of they way, them choppers start choppin'
Whip the digital dash, soon as I hit the gas, nigga so long
These fours and these slabs move super fast, I been trappin' off of both phones