Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock cudi open up dis chip
kush pack shells
And some henni we sip
Keep a dolla's on
Give a penny to
But im wit a ho's
Who said really wanna get
Aquainted with nigga's
Who, ain't the average
They wanna see why
All they be wanting pictures
I be flyer then a hundred
a hundred hundrend stacks
I gonna stop shoppin
i hit a hundred sacks
Although a given
I ain't even mint chain
Candy old
Put you in detention
Slabbed nigga's up
Tool in the
I'm just a young fly
Fool wit gold

Ayyy, what it do my
I'm livin life dawg what you
And i even gatta tell a lie
My swag, my steez gatta sky high
So I'm, my moves
From the shoes on the
Be damned if a nigga high to the roof
Pimp tight get it right homey or less
thank god I'm fresh

2:

Oh I faces when I drop,
I'm duper cudi,
paint the rag top
Can't even tell I'm sippin when I lean
gimme to my fans,
I'm country I decease
Pleaseee,
I stay up on my creep so to up
Gatta look the part superstar, no
I'ma say some that make you think I lost my mind
I'm the only nigga could watch the sun and don't go blind
She fine as she
But she check though
and popping pictures,
Like the hoes was working the law
Back and shaker pictures, tryna me to the left
Now I pick the hoes I want,
And give my what is left
I don't kno if the name or the bake on bottoms
Keep them on sleep 501's
You can't em
Use ta have the honda the 30 day tags
That was in the
NOW I'm finna em on the JAG

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