Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock Knock cudi up dis chip
Gotta pack shells
And henni we could sip
Keep a dolla's on
a penny to bitch
But im wit a couple
Who they really wanna get
Aquainted with some
Who, ain't the average
They just see why
All girlfriends be wanting pictures
I be flyer a hundred navs
Worth a hundred hundrend
I ain't stop shoppin
i hit a hundred sacks
Although a given
I ain't even gotta chain
Candy old
Put you nigga's in
Slabbed deeped up
Tool in the
I'm a young fresh fly
Fool wit some

Ayyy, what it do my
I'm livin life what about you
And i ain't even tell a lie
My swag, my steez nigga sky high
So I'm, watchin my
From the shoes on the
Be damned if a nigga aint 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 when I
gimme to my fans,
I'm country till I
Pleaseee,
I stay up on my creep so to 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 though
and popping pictures,
Like the hoes was working the law
Back and pictures, tryna play me to the left
Now I pick the that I want,
And give my niggas is left
I don't kno if it's the name or the bake on
Keep them on them 501's
You can't em
Use ta have the honda with the 30 day
That was in the
NOW I'm finna em on the JAG

Ayyy, it do my dude
I'm life dawg what about you
And ine gatta tell a lie
My swag, my gatta nigga sky high
So I'm, watchin my
the shoes on the cool
Be Damned if a nigga aint high to the
Pimp tight get it right homey or less
Gatta thank god I'm