Luyện nghe bài hát friday

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

Blood thicker than water,
bitches, they all alike
Stand up nigga, not the type
Heart blacker the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the devil wear Prada but I doubt it the Lord did bless you
Damn at that body
bus shorty, cause you sure is special Cole to the rescue,
Never a ho
Hoes like to hide their though
Thought you was a down ass
'Til I that shit a couple days ago, I was home alone
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 playing on your phone
Girl, what is a ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man the done got you too
and their momma gassed
Even my momma asked I'mma do
Decisions,
In this is war, then I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga problems, my trigger's on auto
I'll make that nobody miss him
Now pack up your shit, you believe in me
I need you, I got me, bitch
Same nigga moved to NYC,
Got a deal and a college degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I all the tracks
And I never ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch
And after all that
Real never even 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 it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging the bell and after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, hit to the dome
And babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

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

I understand it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging 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)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe) JT this like deja vu right?

All this album of the year talk, niggas claiming they're the out
I been hot since the Purple Tape and this cuban's poking my 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 her mine, made her mind, she fall in line and we got somethin'
Memoirs of a millionaire, even I'm a reallionaire
Alaïa skirt, work, dress my baby like build-a-bear
Fuck you know the Tiger of Rollie, fuck you know about blowin' bands
Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin'
A1 day 1, I sold dope and my name rung
I sold dope where I came from and it's so dope what I made it
No lie, know Guy Fish 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 ain't
Once she trap you the DA flow, it's lights out, TKO, la!