Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock Knock cudi open up dis
Gotta kush pack
And some henni we sip
a couple dolla's on
Give a to bitch
But im wit a couple
Who they really wanna get
Aquainted with some
Who, ain't the average
They wanna see why
All girlfriends be wanting pictures
I be flyer then a navs
Worth a hundred stacks
I ain't gonna shoppin
i hit a hundred sacks
Although that's a
I even gotta mint chain
Candy old
Put you nigga's in
Slabbed deeped up
Tool in the
I'm a young fresh fly
Fool wit some

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

2:

Oh I rearrange faces 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 I decease
Pleaseee,
I stay up on my so to come up
Gatta look the superstar, no stunnas
I'ma say some shit that you think I lost my mind
I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go
She as she wannabe
But she wanna check
and popping pictures,
Like the hoes was working the law
Back and shaker pictures, play me to the left
Now I pick the that I want,
And my niggas what is left
I don't kno if the name or the bake on bottoms
Keep on sleep them 501's
You knock em
Use ta the honda with the 30 day tags
That was in the
NOW I'm throw em on the JAG

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