Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock Knock open up dis chip
Gotta pack shells
And some we could sip
Keep a couple on
a penny to bitch
But im wit a ho's
Who said they wanna get
with some nigga's
Who, the average nigga's
just wanna see why
All they girlfriends be wanting
I be flyer then a navs
a hundred hundrend stacks
I ain't stop shoppin
Till i hit a sacks
that's a given
I even gotta mint chain
old school
Put you nigga's in
nigga's deeped up
Tool in the
I'm just a fresh fly
wit some gold

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

2:

Oh I rearrange faces I drop,
I'm super cudi,
Candy the rag top
nobody even tell I'm sippin when I lean
They to my fans,
I'm country I decease
Pleaseee,
I up on my creep so to come up
Gatta look the superstar, no stunnas
I'ma say some shit that you think I lost my mind
I'm the nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind
She fine as she
But she wanna check
and popping pictures,
Like the was working with the law
Back and pictures, tryna play me to the left
Now I pick the that I want,
And give my what is left
I don't kno if the name or the bake on bottoms
Keep them on them 501's
You knock em
Use ta have the honda the 30 day tags
That was in the
NOW I'm finna em on the JAG

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