Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock Knock cudi open up dis
kush pack shells
And henni we could sip
Keep a couple on
Give a to bitch
But im wit a ho's
Who said they really get
Aquainted with some
Who, ain't the nigga's
They just see why
All they girlfriends be pictures
I be then a hundred navs
Worth a hundred stacks
I ain't gonna stop
Till i hit a hundred
Although that's a
I ain't gotta mint chain
old school
Put you in detention
Slabbed deeped up
in the cloths
I'm just a fresh fly
Fool wit gold

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

2:

Oh I rearrange when 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 country I decease
Pleaseee,
I up on my creep so to come up
Gatta look the part superstar, no
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 as she wannabe
But she wanna though
and popping pictures,
Like the hoes was with the law
Back and shaker pictures, play me to the left
Now I pick the hoes I want,
And give my niggas what is
I don't kno if it's the or the bake on bottoms
Keep them on sleep 501's
You knock em
Use ta have the honda the 30 day tags
was in the past
NOW I'm finna em on the JAG

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