Luyện nghe bài hát Girlfriend

[Hook- X3]
girlfriend, in a suburban
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
n slirpin, and showin' her skin
And now her boyfriend, n cursin
But I'm alertin, That I hurt him*

*Only said the third time the hook is

Koookoookooopa

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

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

Boo]
Like mud in my blood, got me in probation
Purple in my koolaid, cases what I'm facin'
Mama say I gotta for drivers education
But I hit the dealership, 'cause lil boo is not
Thirteen years old, stay hoppin' vogues
Catch me at shows, puttin' up on yellow hoes
Ask me if I drove, yep fa sho
when my trunk open, frown when my trunk close
Freeway call n tell ya sister that shes
on the phone, salange on the other line
I curfew, I watch 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, me I was supposed to
But I already got those lebron james, up on my
It's lil boo mayne, lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne

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

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