Luyện nghe bài hát Funeral

[Verse 1:
Actually you was cool, for a
I thought that we was cool for a minute, we to school for a minute
Yeah she [?] I hit it, I admit it
I'm that good feeling, yo head up in the ceiling
Rub yo when I hit it
Ye these bars 'ould you lift up
I'm in your like a sit-up
Ice cream diamonds yeah, it got my wrist up
5k Raf on your pants, with yo big

[Verse 2:
I had a [?] she tryna eat me some feast
Wanna split me like a swisher but we only smoking I'm
Balling like [?], hair 'cos a leader she
Mad 'cos I ain't wanna her now, she pop a xan and act but she listen
This money first you, it so different on Twitter pitching the verse if you
Got a bag then come get it just thanks for nothing you suck you
Swallowed and should of spit it and [?] kitted my
Momma said go and get it 'cos be all frilly like really like
I don't get it, how these niggas be bluffing your
a [?]

[Verse 3:
TPC
I love the private
If I let you borrow the flow you gotta bring it back
I'm tryna like Kobe, yeah with the afro
I get that chicken jog, run through the back though
smoking eight, yeah uh purple grapes
I know you lost this side, she tryna the high
Posting weak shit, flexing, but she just a ride
And we just hit, Neiman Marcus I got the slides
Margiela ribs, yeah you busting out thighs
Flat screen, yeah I that shit real wide
house, I need the pool with the fucking slide
And I ain't shit slide
TPC

[Verse 4:
I got a cougar a Ruger, she don't even listen to my music
But it's some' about that ratchet, her in the Gucci snatch it
Her eyes bigger than her closet and, my bigger than that I'm sorry 'cos
Niggas be gucci, and you thinking I'm next to do it
you foolish what you talking, I got it [?]
You catch it like Moss while I'm shroomy tripping get losty huh