Luyện nghe bài hát Girlfriend

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

*Only said the third time the is sung*

King

Koopa
(keep repeating koopa)
Ay mayne, this status mayne
Gotta keep it mayne

I gonna rap on this, but I know somebody else that might

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

Boo- talking]
up foo
Call these bois mayne, these concepters out mayne
They see us grindin', tryna make this
is ghetto status mayne
Don't put me on this funny no mo
on, tear 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 foos lay it
'cause I'm hear, rappin' in ya ears
Spittin' in ya side
This is down south, I ain't worried the west side
Or the east coast, lets ride wit red eyes on them keep close
say my skills is makin' progress
Plus I'm wearin' ice so I tell 'em god bless
comin' out soft, like maple car stressed
And I'm (Breathing) like a breath
And I ain't even harness, my full is
But for some reason, I bullet proof on instrumentals
And so chamillion, is it coincidental?
Freestyle off the dome, a freakin' pencil
I don't care what ya bin through, this the
Send ya wanna be rappers on the ricky late make
When the days
I'm wit ya drankin', and she clingin' to my nuts
now that's what I a hang over
Game over, spit like a flame thrower
the man is colder, than a can of soda
Haha, I'm outta ya league like sosa
Nigga, jus that