Luyện nghe bài hát Girlfriend

[Hook- X3]
Your girlfriend, in a
She's pretend, that's she a virgin
She her boyfriend, she was with her friend
But I'm for certain, that I workin'
*I'm in person, to see her
n slirpin, and showin' her skin
And now her boyfriend, cussin' n
But I'm alertin, That I hurt him*

*Only said the third time the is sung*

Koookoookooopa

Koopa
Koookoookooopa (keep koopa)
Ay mayne, this ghetto mayne
Gotta keep it mayne

I ain't gonna rap on this, but I know else that might

[Lil
Like mud in my blood, judge got me in
Purple in my koolaid, drank what I'm facin'
Mama say I gotta for drivers education
But I hit the dealership, 'cause lil boo is not
Thirteen years old, stay outta vogues
Catch me at adult shows, up on yellow hoes
Ask me if I drove, yep fa sho
Smile when my trunk open, frown when my trunk
Freeway call n tell ya sister that fine
Beyonce on the phone, salange on the other
I curfew, I watch b.e.t. till nine
After that it's lil kim n can up on my mind
Throwback jerseys, hypnotic old
Color changin click dresses, thats the only dress
sign lebron, nike me I was supposed to
But I already got lebron james, up on my toes
It's lil boo mayne, lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne

It's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo
It's lil boo mayne, up

[Lil talking]
up foo
Call these mayne, these concepters out here mayne
They see us grindin', make this paper
is ghetto status mayne
Don't put me on this beats no mo
Come on, up the mic uh

Lay it down, lay it
Ya lay it down
Lay 'em down, lay 'em
The pad lay 'em
Lay it down, lay it
Ya mic lay it
Lay it down, lay it
Ya lay it down
'cause I'm hear, rappin' in ya right
Spittin' in ya left
This is down south, I worried bout the west side
Or the east coast, lets ride wit red eyes on haters keep close
They say my skills is progress
Plus I'm wearin' ice religously so I 'em god bless
Niggaz comin' out soft, like maple car
And I'm (Breathing) like a breath
And I ain't even harness, my full is
But for some reason, I feel bullet proof on
And so does chamillion, is it
off the dome, forget a freakin' pencil
I don't care what ya bin through, the takover
ya wanna be rappers on the ricky late make over
When the days
I'm wit ya good drankin', and she clingin' to my
now that's what I a hang over
Game over, fire like a flame thrower
the man is colder, than a can of soda
Haha, I'm outta ya like sammy sosa
Nigga, jus remember