Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock Knock cudi up dis chip
Gotta kush shells
And some we could sip
Keep a couple on
a penny to bitch
But im wit a couple
Who they really wanna get
with some nigga's
Who, the average nigga's
They wanna see why
All they be wanting pictures
I be flyer then a hundred
a hundred hundrend stacks
I ain't stop shoppin
i hit a hundred sacks
Although that's a
I ain't gotta mint chain
old school
Put you in detention
nigga's deeped up
Tool in the
I'm just a fresh fly
Fool wit some

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

2:

Oh I rearrange faces I drop,
I'm super cudi,
Candy the rag top
Can't nobody even I'm sippin when I lean
gimme to my fans,
I'm country till I
Pleaseee,
I stay up on my so to come up
Gatta the part superstar, no stunnas
I'ma say some shit that make you think I lost my
I'm the nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind
She as she wannabe
But she wanna check
and popping pictures,
Like the hoes was working the law
Back and pictures, tryna play me to the left
Now I the hoes that I want,
And give my niggas what is
I don't kno if it's the name or the bake on
them 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 even gatta a lie
My swag, my steez gatta nigga sky
So I'm, my moves
From the on the cool
Be Damned if a nigga high to the roof
Pimp tight get it homey more or less
thank god I'm fresh