Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock cudi open up dis chip
Gotta pack shells
And henni we could sip
a couple dolla's on
Give a to bitch
But im wit a couple
Who said they wanna get
Aquainted with some
Who, ain't the average
They just see why
All they girlfriends be wanting
I be flyer then a hundred
a hundred hundrend stacks
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
nigga's deeped up
Tool in the
I'm just a fresh fly
wit some gold

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

2:

Oh I rearrange when I drop,
I'm duper cudi,
paint the rag top
Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin I lean
gimme to my fans,
I'm country I decease
Pleaseee,
I up on my creep so to come up
look the part superstar, no stunnas
I'ma say some shit that make you think I lost my
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 working the law
Back and pictures, tryna play me to the left
Now I pick the hoes I want,
And give my niggas is left
I don't kno if it's the or the bake on bottoms
them on sleep them 501's
You knock em
Use ta the honda with the 30 day tags
That was in the
NOW I'm throw em on the JAG

Ayyy, it do my dude
I'm life dawg what about you
And ine even tell a lie
My swag, my steez gatta 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