Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock Knock cudi up dis chip
kush pack shells
And some we could sip
Keep a dolla's on
Give a penny to
But im wit a ho's
Who said they wanna get
Aquainted with some
Who, ain't the nigga's
just wanna see why
All they be wanting pictures
I be flyer a hundred navs
Worth a hundred stacks
I ain't stop shoppin
i hit a hundred sacks
Although a given
I ain't gotta mint chain
Candy old
Put you in detention
Slabbed nigga's up
in the cloths
I'm just a young 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 shoes on the
Be if a nigga aint high to the roof
Pimp tight get it right more or less
thank god I'm fresh

2:

Oh I faces when I drop,
I'm super cudi,
paint the rag top
Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin I lean
gimme to my fans,
I'm country till I
Pleaseee,
I up on my creep so to come up
Gatta look the part superstar, no
say some shit that make you think I lost my mind
I'm the only nigga that watch the sun and don't go blind
She fine as she
But she wanna though
and popping pictures,
Like the hoes was working the law
and shaker pictures, tryna play me to the left
Now I pick the that I want,
And give my what 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 with the 30 day tags
was in the past
NOW I'm finna em on the JAG

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