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 to cook up when I wanna 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 chop in the
At 13 I got me a plate, chopped up yay, then 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, stay out of they way, them start choppin' away
Headshot, checkmate, safe full like it ate
East side, that way
I'm thinking bout somethin' that way
I'm thinking finger fuckin' that K
Goons runnin' in your home, I just put all my niggas on
Don't kill my vibe, I'm in my zone
Banana clip, I'ma peel his
We pop 'em fast, we don't sit on
Once we get 'em in, we get 'em gone
We ain't on none of fu shit you niggas on
All my really 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 like I do not have clothes on
Never catch me naked, out here faking, 'specially round 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 them crash dummies to crash, stay out of they way, them choppers start choppin' away
Whip with the digital dash, soon as I hit the gas, 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 out of Howard
I pop off slabs of that powder, I run through of that loud
Don't mention me in your raps, boy I 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 on the stove, I put pies on the road
Look at my neck and my wrist, I 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 next level, I guessed the jig with the devil, I threw some bricks in the bezel
I threw some at a stripper, I'm with the vultures and killers
That lil bitch you 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 digital dash, soon as I hit the gas, nigga so
These fours and these slabs move super fast, lately I been 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' with all this 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 start choppin' away
Whip 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