Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock cudi open up dis chip
Gotta kush pack
And henni we could sip
Keep a dolla's on
Give a penny to
But im wit a ho's
Who said they really get
Aquainted with some
Who, the average nigga's
They just see why
All girlfriends be wanting pictures
I be then a hundred navs
Worth a hundred hundrend
I ain't gonna stop
i hit a hundred sacks
Although a given
I even gotta mint chain
Candy old
Put you in detention
Slabbed nigga's up
in the cloths
I'm a young fresh 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 nigga sky
So I'm, my moves
From the on the cool
Be damned if a nigga aint to the roof
tight get it right homey more or less
Gatta god I'm fresh

2:

Oh I rearrange when I drop,
I'm duper cudi,
paint the rag top
Can't nobody even I'm sippin when I lean
gimme to my fans,
I'm country till I
Pleaseee,
I stay up on my so to come up
look the part superstar, no stunnas
I'ma say some that make you think I lost my mind
I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and go blind
She as she wannabe
But she wanna though
and popping pictures,
Like the hoes was with the law
and shaker pictures, tryna play me to the left
Now I pick the that I want,
And my niggas what is left
I don't kno if it's the name or the 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 what about you
And ine gatta 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 high to the
Pimp tight get it right homey or less
thank god I'm fresh