Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock cudi open up dis chip
kush pack shells
And some we could sip
a couple dolla's on
Give a to bitch
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 girlfriends be wanting pictures
I be flyer a hundred navs
Worth a hundred hundrend
I ain't gonna stop
i hit a hundred sacks
Although a given
I ain't even mint chain
old school
Put you in detention
nigga's deeped up
Tool in the
I'm a young fresh fly
Fool wit some

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

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 the part superstar, no stunnas
I'ma say some shit that make you think I lost my
I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go
She as she wannabe
But she check though
Dodging and pictures,
Like the was working with the law
and shaker pictures, tryna play me to the left
Now I the hoes that I want,
And my niggas what is left
I don't kno if the name or the bake on bottoms
them on sleep them 501's
You can't em
Use ta have the honda with the 30 day
That was in the
NOW I'm throw em on the JAG

Ayyy, it do my dude
I'm livin life what about you
And ine even gatta a lie
My swag, my steez gatta sky high
So I'm, watchin my
From the shoes on the
Be Damned if a aint high to the roof
tight get it right homey more or less
Gatta god I'm fresh