Luyện nghe bài hát Girlfriend

[Hook- X3]
girlfriend, in a suburban
She's tryna pretend, she a virgin
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, n cursin
But I'm alertin, That I will him*

*Only said the third time the hook is

Koookoookooopa

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

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

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

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

[Lil talking]
up foo
Call these bois mayne, these out here mayne
They see us grindin', tryna make this
This is ghetto mayne
Don't put me on funny beats 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
I'm hear, rappin' in ya right ears
Spittin' in ya side
This is down south, I ain't worried bout the side
Or the east coast, lets ride wit red eyes on haters keep close
They say my skills is makin'
Plus I'm ice religously so I tell 'em god bless
comin' out soft, like maple car stressed
And I'm (Breathing) like a dogs
And I ain't even harness, my is potential
But for some reason, I bullet proof on instrumentals
And so chamillion, is it coincidental?
Freestyle off the dome, forget a freakin'
I don't care what ya bin through, the takover
Send ya be rappers 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 a hang over
Game over, spit like a flame thrower
the man is colder, than a damn can of
Haha, I'm outta ya like sammy sosa
Nigga, jus that