Luyện nghe bài hát IV. Sweatpants

Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game
thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok
Got her hair done, French braids, now she
so insensitive, she asking, "Why you say that?!"
I'm chillin', real feeling
Rich kid, asshole: paint me as a
Still spitting that flow: DJ Khaled
I got a on both coasts, pH balance
Real nigga, I rep those, why though? I said so
Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her Ben Folds
I got more tail than that PetCo, you faker some Sweet'N Low
Yeah, you got some silverware, but are you eating though?
Are you eating though? Nigga, are you though?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner's for beginners, you ain't 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 like soccer teams and y'all fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain't copping these, niggas ain't 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}
Rich kid, asshole, 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 girl drink my day
And I'm rich, life ain't fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
Ain't nobody and my Fisker, "vroom, vroom," ho
nobody

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

Top of the Hold 'em totem, forever, a million was not the quota
My father owned half of MoMA and did it with no
off, got no rules, tripping off of them toadstools
More green than my 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 shop at
So Maserati, you a Kia
Spending money, it's longer than Nia
Live 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 so they had to dump the Gatorade
And I give a fuck about my family name

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