Luyện nghe bài hát Girlfriend

[Hook- X3]
Your girlfriend, in a
She's tryna pretend, that's she a
She her boyfriend, she was with her friend
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, cussin' n
But I'm alertin, That I will hurt

*Only said the third the hook is sung*

Koookoookooopa

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

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

[Lil
mud in my blood, judge got me in probation
Purple in my koolaid, drank what I'm facin'
say I gotta wait for drivers education
But I hit the dealership, lil boo is not patient
Thirteen old, stay hoppin' outta vogues
Catch me at adult shows, 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 that shes fine
Beyonce on the phone, salange on the line
I gotta curfew, I watch b.e.t. nine
After it's lil kim n sprite can up on my mind
Throwback jerseys, thats old
Color click 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 Boo-
up foo
Call bois mayne, these concepters 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 lay it down
I'm hear, rappin' in ya right ears
Spittin' in ya side
This is down south, I ain't worried bout the side
Or the east coast, ride wit red eyes on them haters keep close
They say my skills is makin'
Plus I'm ice religously so I tell 'em god bless
comin' out soft, like maple car stressed
And I'm (Breathing) like a dogs
And I ain't even harness, my full is
But for reason, I feel bullet proof on instrumentals
And so chamillion, is it coincidental?
off the dome, forget a freakin' pencil
I don't what ya bin through, this the takover
Send ya wanna be rappers on the ricky late over
the days over
I'm wit ya drankin', and she clingin' to my nuts
now that's what I a hang over
Game over, fire like a flame thrower
the man is colder, than a damn can of
Haha, I'm outta ya league sammy sosa
Nigga, jus remember