Luyện nghe bài hát Girlfriend

[Hook- X3]
Your girlfriend, in a
She's tryna pretend, she a virgin
She told her boyfriend, she was her friend
But I'm for certain, that I workin'
*I'm in person, to see her
n slirpin, and showin' her skin
And now her boyfriend, cussin' n
But I'm alertin, That I hurt him*

*Only said the third time the is sung*

King

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

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

[Lil
Like mud in my blood, got me in probation
Purple in my koolaid, drank cases what I'm
say I gotta wait 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 hoes
Ask me if I drove, yep fa sho
Smile when my open, frown when my trunk close
Freeway call n tell ya sister that fine
on the phone, salange on the other line
I gotta curfew, I watch b.e.t. till
After that it's lil kim n sprite can up on my
Throwback jerseys, hypnotic old
Color changin dresses, thats the only dress code
Nike sign lebron, nike me I was to
But I already got those 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
lil boo mayne, hold up

[Lil talking]
up foo
Call these bois mayne, these out here mayne
They see us grindin', tryna this 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 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
'cause I'm hear, rappin' in ya right
Spittin' in ya left
This is south, I ain't worried bout the west side
Or the east coast, lets ride wit red eyes on haters keep close
say my skills is makin' progress
Plus I'm ice religously so I tell 'em god bless
Niggaz comin' out soft, like car stressed
And I'm (Breathing) a dogs breath
And I ain't even harness, my is potential
But for some reason, I feel bullet on instrumentals
And so does chamillion, is it
Freestyle off the dome, a freakin' pencil
I don't care what ya bin through, the takover
ya wanna be rappers on the ricky late make over
When the over
I'm wit ya good drankin', and she to my nuts
now what I call a hang over
Game over, spit fire like a flame
the man is colder, than a can of soda
Haha, I'm outta ya league like sammy
Nigga, jus remember