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 when I'm on the
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 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, choppers start choppin' away
Headshot, checkmate, safe full it just ate
East side, yeah way
I'm thinking bout somethin' that way
I'm thinking bout finger that K
Goons runnin' in your home, I just want put all my on
Don't kill my vibe, bitch I'm in my
Banana clip, I'ma his dome
We pop 'em fast, we sit on zones
we get 'em in, we gon' get 'em gone
We ain't on none of that fu shit you on
All my really on

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
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 with all gold on
I out you plottin' on my cake, I'm not gonna play, I pop up, start 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 trappin' off of both

2]
I did not major in business, I'm not a out of Howard
I pop off slabs of that powder, I run through bales of 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 turned them pies gold
We them on the low, ridin' with the pole, live from the 'Go
I'ma die with the dough, long as they 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 bust it wide open for you, but gon' go for my niggas
You fake and you know I'm
They slid through this bitch, fanning drums, I was blowin'

Whip the digital dash, soon as I hit the gas, nigga so long
These fours and these slabs move super fast, lately I been trappin' off of 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' 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 way, them choppers start choppin' away
Whip with the 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