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

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

All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, it
Had the game on lock, serenaded
Now you lame lookin' devastated
Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the ain't it
Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck shit, he this, fuck that shit, he that
He black, he don't like blacks, that shit, he wack
Fuck that shit he raps, fuck shit he spits, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch he with, finished shit
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous with comments from the blogs
with the gossips and the bosses, fuck surprises
I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my
Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, inside of it
Besides it I'd deny the shit, y'all should stop 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, from to poppin' picks to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, for compliments
it rain, she pop that shit, it boosts her confidence (TKO)
Was supposed to stop this shit but spit I forgot some shit (TKO)
the topic, I hope God forgive 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, my chest, perfect 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, claiming they're the best out
I been hot since the Purple Tape and this cuban's poking my out
They keep calling on King Push, this beach chair, I'm out
My name is my name, bitch, until I'm and it's 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 like build-a-bear
Fuck you know about the Tiger of Rollie, fuck you know about blowin'
Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin'
A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my rung
I sold dope where I came from and it's so dope I made from it
No lie, why? Guy Fish in my bowtie
JT up in the 3 piece and we magic like showtime
She ain't know, we know, try to trap her but she ain't slow
Once she trap you the DA flow, it's lights out, TKO, la!