Luyện nghe bài hát Girlfriend

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

*Only said the time the hook is sung*

Koookoookooopa

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

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

[Lil
Like mud in my blood, judge got me in
Purple in my koolaid, drank cases I'm facin'
Mama say I gotta for drivers education
But I hit the dealership, lil boo is not patient
Thirteen years old, stay hoppin' outta
Catch me at adult shows, puttin' up on yellow
Ask me if I drove, yep fa sho
Smile when my trunk open, frown my trunk close
Freeway call n tell ya that shes 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 can up on my mind
jerseys, hypnotic thats old
Color changin dresses, thats the only dress code
Nike sign lebron, nike me I was to
But I already got lebron james, up on my toes
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
It's lil boo mayne, up

[Lil talking]
up foo
Call these bois mayne, these concepters out mayne
see us grindin', tryna make this paper
This is ghetto status
Don't put me on this funny no mo
on, tear 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
I'm hear, rappin' in ya right ears
Spittin' in ya left
This is down south, I ain't bout the west side
Or the coast, lets ride wit red eyes on them haters keep close
They say my is makin' progress
I'm wearin' 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 harness, my full is potential
But for some reason, I feel proof on instrumentals
And so chamillion, is it coincidental?
off the dome, forget a freakin' pencil
I don't care what ya bin through, this the
Send ya wanna be rappers on the ricky make over
the days over
I'm wit ya drankin', and she clingin' to my nuts
now that's I call a hang over
Game over, spit fire like a thrower
the man is colder, than a damn can of
Haha, I'm outta ya league like sammy
Nigga, jus that