Luyện nghe bài hát friday

I don't understand it, tell me how you be so low?
(And all in thrilling, new, sound)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

Blood thicker than water,
Fuck bitches, they all
Stand up nigga, not the falling
Heart than the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the devil wear Prada but I doubt it the Lord did bless you
Damn look at body
Short bus shorty, cause you sure is Cole to the rescue,
save a ho
Hoes like to their behavior though
you was a down ass bitch
'Til I found that shit a couple days ago, I was home
Next thing I know that long ass from a song called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the tune got
That's when I seen the shit playing on your
Girl, what is a ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man the hype got you too
Everybody and their momma
Even my momma asked what do
Decisions,
In this is war, then I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on
make sure that nobody miss him
Now pack up shit, you don't believe in me
I don't need you, I got me,
nigga moved to NYC, bitch
Got a deal and a college degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I produced all the
And I never ever ever on Jay-Z, bitch
And after all achievement
Real nigga never went and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to play me,
You try to fuckin' me? I ought to knock your ass out

TKO (TKO, TKO)
TKO
I don't understand it, me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've swinging after the bell and after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

All hail Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the game on lock, streets
Now you lame mothafuckas lookin'
Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the devil it
that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, fuck that shit, he that
He black, he don't like blacks, fuck shit, he wack
Fuck that shit he raps, fuck that he spits, fuck that bitch
that bitch he with, finished talking shit
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous with comments from the blogs
with the gossips and the bosses, fuck surprises
I'm and not to mention, in my closet
Is a chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped inside of it
Besides it I'd deny the shit, y'all should stop the shit
I'm the shit, not just sick, the doc prescribed my shit
Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and shit
'fore poppin' shit, from popular to picks to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, for compliments
Make it rain, she pop that shit, it her confidence (TKO)
Was supposed to stop this shit but spit like I some shit (TKO)
Forgot the topic, I hope God you, peep my common sense (TKO)

I understand it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging after the and after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, hit to the dome
And babe (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit babe (Dammit babe) JT this deja vu right?

All this album of the year talk, niggas claiming the best out
I been hot since the Purple Tape and cuban's poking my chest out
They keep calling on King Push, beach chair, I'm stretched out
My is my name, bitch, until I'm gone and it's etched out
I been to blow a quarter brick on baby hairs and a messy bun
If I make her mine, made her mind, she fall in line and we got
Memoirs of a millionaire, even I'm a reallionaire
Alaïa skirt, work, dress my baby like build-a-bear
Fuck you know about the Tiger of Rollie, fuck you about blowin' bands
Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin'
A1 since day 1, I dope and my name rung
I sold dope where I came from and it's so dope I made from it
No lie, know why? Guy in my bowtie
JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby like
She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her but she slow
Once she trap you with the DA flow, lights out, TKO, la!