Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

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

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

2:

Oh I rearrange when I drop,
I'm super cudi,
paint the rag top
Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin when I
gimme to my fans,
I'm till I decease
Pleaseee,
I up on my creep so to come up
look the part superstar, no stunnas
I'ma say shit that make you think I lost my mind
I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go
She fine as she
But she wanna though
Dodging and pictures,
Like the was working with the law
and shaker pictures, tryna play me to the left
Now I pick the hoes I want,
And give my niggas is left
I don't kno if it's the name or the on bottoms
Keep on sleep them 501's
You can't em
Use ta have the honda with the 30 day
That was in the
NOW I'm throw em on the JAG

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