Luyện nghe bài hát Sweatpants

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

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

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

color, my passport, Instagram my stack load
Hashtag my day and your 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 make noise when they start up just so you know

Top of the Hold 'em totem, ri-rich forever, a million was not the
My father half of MoMA and did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules, tripping off of 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 at IKEA
So Maserati, you a Kia
Spending money, it's longer than Nia
like a Coppola, me and Sofia
Waking up broke, man, wanna be ya
Friends with the dope man, help a nigga
a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her
"Err-err-err-err": onomatopoeia, oh, I got my on! (Tell 'em, mane)
I'm winning so they had to the Gatorade
And I don't give a about my family name

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