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 that cook up when 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, up that yay, then ran out and caught me a play
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
Headshot, checkmate, full like it just ate
side, yeah that way
I'm thinking bout sending that way
I'm bout finger fuckin' that K
Goons runnin' in your home, I want put all my niggas on
Don't kill my vibe, I'm in my zone
clip, I'ma peel his dome
We pop 'em fast, we sit on zones
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 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 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, stay out of they way, them start choppin' away
Whip with the 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

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 raps, boy I don't wanna battle, I'm airin' you out
I run up and fan, bet I'm gon' get my man, I do not air at the
I put pies on the stove, I put pies on the
at my neck and my wrist, I turned them pies into gold
We them guys on the low, ridin' with the pole, live the 'Go
I'ma die with the dough, long as 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 some bows 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 know I'm
slid through this bitch, fanning drums, I was blowin' back

Whip with the digital dash, soon as I hit the gas, nigga so
These fours and these move 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 faking, 'specially runnin' round 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, choppers start choppin' away
Whip with the digital dash, soon as I hit the gas, nigga so
These fours and these slabs move super fast, lately I been trappin' off of phones