Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock cudi open up dis chip
Gotta kush shells
And some we could sip
Keep a couple on
Give a penny to
But im wit a couple
Who said really wanna get
Aquainted with some
Who, ain't the nigga's
just wanna see why
All they girlfriends be wanting
I be then a hundred navs
Worth a hundred hundrend
I gonna stop shoppin
i hit a hundred sacks
Although that's a
I even gotta mint chain
old school
Put you nigga's in
Slabbed nigga's up
in the cloths
I'm just a young fly
Fool wit gold

Ayyy, what it do my
I'm life dawg what about you
And i ain't even gatta a lie
My swag, my gatta 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 more or
Gatta thank god I'm

2:

Oh I faces when I drop,
I'm super cudi,
paint the rag top
Can't nobody even I'm sippin when I lean
They to my fans,
I'm country I decease
Pleaseee,
I stay up on my creep so to up
Gatta look the part superstar, no
I'ma say some that make you think I lost my mind
I'm the only nigga that watch the sun and don't go blind
She as she wannabe
But she wanna though
Dodging and pictures,
Like the hoes was with the law
Back and shaker pictures, tryna me to the left
Now I pick the that I want,
And my niggas what is left
I don't kno if it's the name or the bake on
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 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 gatta nigga sky high
So I'm, my moves
the shoes on the cool
Be if a nigga aint high to the roof
Pimp tight get it right homey or less
thank god I'm fresh