Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock cudi open up dis chip
Gotta kush pack
And some henni we sip
a couple dolla's on
Give a penny to
But im wit a ho's
Who said really wanna get
Aquainted with some
Who, ain't the average
They wanna see why
All girlfriends be wanting pictures
I be then a hundred navs
a hundred hundrend stacks
I ain't gonna shoppin
Till i hit a sacks
Although that's a
I ain't even gotta mint
old school
Put you in detention
Slabbed nigga's up
in the cloths
I'm a young fresh fly
wit some 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
From the shoes on the
Be damned if a nigga aint high to the
Pimp tight get it right homey or less
Gatta god I'm fresh

2:

Oh I rearrange faces I drop,
I'm super cudi,
Candy the rag top
Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin when I
gimme to my fans,
I'm till I decease
Pleaseee,
I stay up on my 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 watch the sun and don't go blind
She as she wannabe
But she check though
Dodging and pictures,
Like the hoes was working the law
Back and shaker pictures, tryna me to the left
Now I the hoes that I want,
And my niggas what is left
I kno if it's the name or the bake on bottoms
Keep on sleep them 501's
You can't 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 life dawg what about you
And ine even tell a lie
My swag, my steez gatta nigga sky
So I'm, my moves
From the shoes on the
Be Damned if a nigga aint to the roof
tight get it right homey more or less
Gatta thank god I'm