Luyện nghe bài hát Girlfriend

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

*Only said the third time the is sung*

Koookoookooopa

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

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

Boo]
Like mud in my blood, judge got me in
in my koolaid, drank cases what I'm facin'
Mama say I gotta wait for drivers
But I hit the dealership, 'cause lil boo is not
Thirteen years old, hoppin' 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
call n tell ya sister that shes fine
Beyonce on the phone, salange on the other
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 those james, up on my toes
It's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, lil boo mayne

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

[Lil Boo-
up foo
Call these bois mayne, these concepters out mayne
They see us grindin', tryna this paper
This is ghetto status
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 foos lay it
I'm hear, rappin' in ya right ears
Spittin' in ya side
This is down south, I ain't worried the west side
Or the east coast, ride wit red eyes on them haters keep close
They say my skills is makin'
Plus I'm wearin' ice religously so I tell 'em god
Niggaz comin' out soft, like car stressed
And I'm (Breathing) a dogs breath
And I ain't harness, my full is potential
But for some reason, I feel bullet proof on
And so chamillion, is it coincidental?
Freestyle off the dome, forget a freakin'
I care what ya bin through, this the takover
Send ya wanna be rappers on the late make over
When the over
I'm wit ya drankin', and she clingin' to my nuts
now that's what I call a hang
Game over, spit like a flame thrower
the man is colder, than a damn can of
Haha, I'm ya league like sammy sosa
Nigga, jus that