Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock Knock open up dis chip
kush pack shells
And henni we could sip
Keep a dolla's on
a penny to bitch
But im wit a couple
Who they really wanna get
Aquainted some nigga's
Who, ain't the average
just wanna see why
All they girlfriends be pictures
I be flyer then a hundred
Worth a hundred stacks
I ain't stop shoppin
i hit a hundred sacks
Although that's a
I ain't gotta mint chain
old school
Put you nigga's in
nigga's deeped up
Tool in the
I'm just a young fly
Fool wit gold

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

2:

Oh I rearrange when I drop,
I'm duper cudi,
paint the rag top
Can't nobody tell I'm sippin when I lean
gimme to my fans,
I'm country till I
Pleaseee,
I up on my creep so to come 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 go blind
She fine as she
But she check though
and popping pictures,
Like the hoes was with the law
and shaker pictures, tryna play me to the left
Now I the hoes that I want,
And give my niggas is left
I kno if it's the name or the bake on bottoms
Keep them on sleep 501's
You knock em
Use ta have the honda with the 30 day
That was in the
NOW I'm throw em on the JAG

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