Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock Knock open up dis chip
Gotta kush shells
And some we could sip
Keep a dolla's on
Give a to bitch
But im wit a couple
Who they really wanna get
with some nigga's
Who, the average nigga's
They wanna see why
All they be wanting pictures
I be flyer then a hundred
Worth a hundred hundrend
I ain't gonna stop
Till i hit a sacks
that's a given
I ain't even gotta chain
old school
Put you in detention
Slabbed deeped up
Tool in the
I'm just a young fly
Fool wit some

Ayyy, what it do my
I'm life dawg what about you
And i ain't even gatta a lie
My swag, my steez nigga sky high
So I'm, my moves
the shoes on the cool
Be damned if a nigga aint to the roof
Pimp tight get it right homey more or
Gatta thank god I'm

2:

Oh I rearrange faces I drop,
I'm duper cudi,
Candy the rag top
Can't nobody tell I'm sippin when I lean
They to my fans,
I'm till I decease
Pleaseee,
I stay up on my creep so to up
look the part superstar, no stunnas
I'ma say some shit that make you I lost my mind
I'm the only nigga that could the sun and don't go blind
She fine as she
But she wanna check
and popping pictures,
Like the hoes was with the law
Back and shaker pictures, play me to the left
Now I pick the that I want,
And give my niggas is left
I kno if it's the name or the bake on bottoms
Keep them on them 501's
You can't em
Use ta have the honda the 30 day tags
was in the past
NOW I'm throw em on the JAG

Ayyy, what it do my
I'm life dawg what about you
And ine gatta tell a lie
My swag, my steez nigga sky high
So I'm, my moves
From the shoes on the
Be Damned if a nigga aint high to the
Pimp tight get it right more or less
Gatta god I'm fresh