Luyện nghe bài hát Girlfriend

[Hook- X3]
girlfriend, in a suburban
She's pretend, that's she a virgin
She her boyfriend, she was with her friend
But I'm for certain, I ain't workin'
*I'm in person, to see her
Suckin' n slirpin, and showin' her
And now her boyfriend, cussin' n
But I'm alertin, That I hurt him*

*Only said the third the hook is sung*

King

Koopa
Koookoookooopa (keep koopa)
Ay mayne, ghetto status mayne
keep it gutta mayne

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

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

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

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

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