Luyện nghe bài hát Girlfriend

[Hook- X3]
Your girlfriend, in a
She's tryna pretend, that's she a
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 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 status mayne
Gotta it gutta mayne

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

Boo]
Like mud in my blood, got me in probation
in my koolaid, drank cases what I'm facin'
Mama say I gotta for drivers education
But I hit the dealership, lil boo is not patient
Thirteen old, stay hoppin' outta vogues
Catch me at adult shows, puttin' up on hoes
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
Beyonce on the phone, salange on the line
I gotta curfew, I b.e.t. till nine
After that it's lil kim n sprite can up on my
jerseys, hypnotic thats old
Color changin click dresses, thats the only code
Nike lebron, nike me I was supposed to
But I already got those james, up on my toes
lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne

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

[Lil Boo-
up foo
Call these bois mayne, these out here mayne
They see us grindin', make this paper
This is status mayne
Don't put me on funny beats 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 foos lay it
'cause I'm hear, in ya right ears
Spittin' in ya side
This is down south, I worried bout the west side
Or the east coast, lets ride wit red eyes on them keep close
say my skills is makin' progress
Plus I'm wearin' ice so I tell 'em god bless
comin' out soft, like maple car stressed
And I'm (Breathing) like a dogs
And I ain't harness, my full is potential
But for some reason, I feel proof on instrumentals
And so does chamillion, is it
Freestyle off the dome, forget a pencil
I don't care what ya bin through, the takover
Send ya wanna be on the ricky late make over
When the days
I'm wit ya drankin', and she clingin' to my nuts
now that's I call a hang over
over, spit fire like a flame thrower
the man is colder, than a can of soda
Haha, I'm outta ya like sammy sosa
Nigga, jus that