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 up when I wanna 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 chop in the
At 13 I got me a plate, chopped up that yay, ran out and caught me a play
out you plottin' on my cake, I'm not gonna play, I pop up, start poppin' the K
I send them crash to crash, stay out of they way, them choppers start choppin' away
Headshot, checkmate, safe full like it ate
East side, that way
I'm thinking sending somethin' that way
I'm thinking bout fuckin' that K
Goons in your home, I just want put all my niggas on
Don't kill my vibe, bitch I'm in my
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, soon as I hit the gas, nigga so
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 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
Whip with the digital dash, as I hit the gas, nigga so long
These fours and slabs move 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 that powder, I run through bales of that
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 on the stove, I put pies on the road
Look at my neck and my wrist, I turned pies into gold
We them guys on the low, with the pole, live from the 'Go
die with the dough, long as they keep putting I's on the stove
This that next level, I guessed the jig 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 chasin' is not gonna bust it open for you, but gon' go for my niggas
You fake and you I'm strapped
slid through this bitch, fanning drums, I was blowin' back

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 that pole, it feel like I do not have on
Never catch me naked, out here faking, 'specially runnin' round all this 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, choppers start choppin' away
Whip with the digital dash, soon as I hit the gas, so long
These fours and slabs move super fast, lately I been trappin' off of both phones