Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock cudi open up dis chip
Gotta kush shells
And henni we could sip
Keep a dolla's on
Give a to bitch
But im wit a ho's
Who said they really get
with some nigga's
Who, ain't the average
They wanna see why
All they girlfriends be pictures
I be flyer then a navs
a hundred hundrend stacks
I ain't gonna shoppin
Till i hit a hundred
Although that's a
I even gotta mint chain
Candy old
Put you in detention
nigga's deeped up
Tool in the
I'm just a fresh fly
Fool wit gold

Ayyy, it do my dude
I'm life dawg what about you
And i even 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

2:

Oh I rearrange faces I drop,
I'm duper cudi,
Candy the rag top
Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin I lean
They 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 you think I lost my mind
I'm the only nigga that could the sun and don't go blind
She fine as she
But she wanna check
Dodging and pictures,
the hoes was working with the law
Back and shaker pictures, play me to the left
Now I pick the that I want,
And give my what is left
I don't kno if it's the name or the on bottoms
Keep them on sleep them
You can't em
Use ta have the with the 30 day tags
was in the past
NOW I'm throw em on the JAG

Ayyy, what it do my
I'm livin dawg what about you
And ine gatta tell a lie
My swag, my steez gatta nigga sky
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
Gatta thank god I'm