Luyện nghe bài hát Sweatpants

Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game
thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok
Got her hair done, braids, now she A$AP
so insensitive, she asking, "Why you say that?!"
I'm chillin', nigga feeling
Rich kid, paint me as a villain
spitting that cash flow: DJ Khaled
I got a penthouse on coasts, pH balance
Real nigga, I rep those, why though? Cause I so
Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her Ben Folds
I got more tail than that PetCo, you faker than Sweet'N Low
Yeah, you got some silverware, but are you eating though?
Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating
Breakfast, lunch and dinner's for beginners, you ain't even
catching cases, why they faces look so e-m-o?
Watch a hater me, wanna play me like a piano
My architect Japanese, yo' girl, she jocking me
No hands like soccer teams and y'all boys like Socrates
You ain't copping these, niggas ain't looking like me
Nah, I ain't checking I.D. but I 'em with no problem
Tell 'em, (Problem!)

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

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

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

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

Top of the Hold 'em totem, forever, a million was not the quota
My father half of MoMA and did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules, tripping off of toadstools
green 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 than Nia
like a Coppola, me and Sofia
Waking up broke, man, wouldn't be ya
with the dope man, help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble 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 give a fuck about my family name

be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you [x3]
Better than you doing you, it, what you gon' do?