Luyện nghe bài hát IV. Sweatpants

Watching haters why Gambino got the game locked
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', nigga feeling
Rich kid, paint me as a villain
Still spitting that cash flow: DJ
I got a penthouse on both coasts, pH
Real nigga, I rep those, why though? Cause I so
Hip in the Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds
I got more tail than PetCo, you faker than some Sweet'N Low
Yeah, you got silverware, but really are you eating though?
Are you eating Nigga, are you eating though?
Breakfast, lunch and for beginners, you ain't even know
Never catching cases, why they faces so e-m-o?
a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano
My architect Japanese, yo' girl, she jocking me
No like soccer teams and y'all fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain't copping these, niggas ain't looking me
Nah, I ain't checking I.D. but I 'em with no problem
'em, Problem (Problem!)

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

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

Different color, my passport, Instagram my load
Hashtag my day wear and girl drink my day care
And I'm born rich, life fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
Ain't sicker and my Fisker, "vroom, vroom," ho
Ain't

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

Top of the Hold 'em totem, ri-rich forever, a was not the quota
My father half of MoMA and did it with no diploma
off, got no rules, tripping off of them toadstools
More green than my Foods and I'm too fly, Jeff Goldblum
Got a house in the Palisades, that 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
like a Coppola, me and Sofia
Waking up broke, man, wanna be ya
with 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 winning so had to dump the Gatorade
And I don't give a fuck about my family

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