Luyện nghe bài hát IV. Sweatpants

Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game
Half-Thai thickie, all she do is Bangkok
Got her hair done, French braids, now she
so insensitive, she asking, "Why you say that?!"
I'm chillin', real nigga
kid, asshole: paint me as a villain
Still spitting cash flow: DJ Khaled
I got a on both coasts, pH balance
nigga, I rep those, why though? Cause I said so
Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her Ben Folds
I got more tail than that PetCo, you than some Sweet'N Low
Yeah, you got some silverware, but really are you eating
Are you though? Nigga, are you eating though?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner's for beginners, you even know
Never catching cases, why they faces look so
Watch a hate me, wanna play me like a piano
My architect know Japanese, yo' girl, she me
No hands like soccer teams and y'all fuck like Socrates
You niggas ain't these, niggas ain't looking like me
Nah, I ain't checking I.D. but I bounce 'em no problem
'em, Problem (Problem!)

I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm [x3}
kid, asshole, paint me as a villain

Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better you doing you [x3]
Better than you doing you, it, what you gon' do?

color, my passport, Instagram my stack load
Hashtag my day wear and your drink my day care
And I'm born rich, life fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
Ain't sicker and my Fisker, "vroom, vroom," ho
nobody

Fiskers don't make noise when they up just so you know

Top of the 'em totem, ri-rich forever, a million was not the quota
My father half of MoMA and did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules, off of them toadstools
More than my Whole Foods and I'm too fly, Jeff Goldblum
Got a glass house in the Palisades, a-k-a
hood, white hood, (okay-kay-kay)
Furniture custom, you at IKEA
So Maserati, you a Kia
Spending this money, it's longer Nia
Live like a Coppola, me and
Waking up broke, man, wouldn't be ya
Friends the dope man, help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man, when I see her
"Err-err-err-err": onomatopoeia, oh, I got my on! (Tell 'em, mane)
I'm so they had to dump the Gatorade
And I don't a fuck about my family name

Don't be mad I'm doing me better than you doing you [x3]
Better you doing you, fuck it, what you gon' do?