Luyện nghe bài hát Girlfriend

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

said the third time the hook is sung*

Koookoookooopa

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

I gonna rap on this, but I know somebody 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 wait for drivers education
But I hit the dealership, 'cause lil boo is not
Thirteen years old, stay outta vogues
me at adult shows, puttin' up on yellow hoes
Ask me if I drove, yep fa sho
Smile when my open, frown when my trunk close
Freeway call n tell ya sister shes fine
Beyonce on the phone, on the other line
I gotta curfew, I watch b.e.t. 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
Nike sign lebron, nike me I was to
But I got those lebron 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, concepters out here mayne
They see us grindin', tryna make paper
This is ghetto mayne
put me on this funny 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 ears
in ya left side
This is down south, I ain't bout the west side
Or the coast, lets ride wit red eyes on them haters keep close
say my skills is makin' progress
Plus I'm ice religously so I tell 'em god bless
Niggaz comin' out soft, 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, forget a freakin'
I don't care ya bin through, this the takover
Send ya wanna be rappers on the ricky late over
the days over
I'm wit ya good drankin', and she to my nuts
now that's what I a hang over
Game over, spit fire like a thrower
the man is colder, a damn can of soda
Haha, I'm outta ya league like sosa
Nigga, jus remember