Luyện nghe bài hát friday

I understand it, tell me how could you be so low?
(And all in thrilling, new, sound)
babe (Dammit babe)

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

TKO (TKO, TKO)
TKO
I understand it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been after the bell and after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go below the belt, my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

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

I don't it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, been swinging after the bell and after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the
And babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit babe (Dammit babe) JT this deja vu right?

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