Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock Knock cudi up dis chip
Gotta kush pack
And henni we could sip
a couple dolla's on
Give a penny to
But im wit a couple
Who said they wanna get
with some nigga's
Who, ain't the average
They wanna see why
All they girlfriends be wanting
I be flyer then a navs
a hundred hundrend stacks
I ain't gonna shoppin
Till i hit a sacks
Although a given
I ain't gotta mint chain
old school
Put you in detention
Slabbed nigga's up
in the cloths
I'm just a fresh fly
Fool wit some

Ayyy, what it do my
I'm livin life dawg what you
And i ain't gatta tell a lie
My swag, my steez nigga sky high
So I'm, watchin my
From the on the cool
Be if a nigga aint high to the roof
Pimp get it right homey more or less
Gatta thank god I'm

2:

Oh I rearrange when I drop,
I'm super cudi,
Candy the rag top
nobody even tell I'm sippin when I lean
They to my fans,
I'm country till I
Pleaseee,
I stay up on my so to come up
Gatta look the superstar, no stunnas
say some shit that make you think I lost my mind
I'm the only that could watch the sun and don't go blind
She as she wannabe
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 the hoes that I want,
And give my niggas is left
I don't kno if it's the name or the bake on
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 tell a lie
My swag, my gatta nigga 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 homey more or
Gatta thank god I'm