Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock Knock cudi up dis chip
Gotta kush shells
And some we could sip
Keep a dolla's on
a penny to bitch
But im wit a ho's
Who said they really get
with some nigga's
Who, ain't the nigga's
They just see why
All they girlfriends be pictures
I be flyer then a navs
a hundred hundrend stacks
I ain't gonna stop
i hit a hundred sacks
Although that's a
I ain't gotta mint chain
Candy old
Put you nigga's in
nigga's deeped up
Tool in the
I'm a young fresh fly
Fool wit gold

Ayyy, what it do my
I'm livin life dawg what you
And i ain't even tell a lie
My swag, my steez nigga sky high
So I'm, my moves
From the shoes on the
Be damned if a aint high to the roof
Pimp tight get it homey more or less
thank god I'm fresh

2:

Oh I rearrange when I drop,
I'm duper cudi,
Candy the rag top
nobody even tell I'm sippin when I lean
They to my fans,
I'm till I decease
Pleaseee,
I up on my creep so to come up
Gatta look the superstar, no stunnas
I'ma say shit that make you think I lost my mind
I'm the nigga that could 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 play me to the
Now I the hoes that I want,
And give my niggas is left
I don't kno if it's the name or the on bottoms
Keep them on sleep 501's
You knock em
Use ta have the honda the 30 day tags
was in the past
NOW I'm throw em on the JAG

Ayyy, what it do my
I'm livin dawg what about you
And ine gatta tell a lie
My swag, my steez 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 homey more or less
Gatta thank god I'm