Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock Knock open up dis chip
Gotta kush shells
And some henni we sip
Keep a dolla's on
a penny to bitch
But im wit a couple
Who said they wanna get
Aquainted with nigga's
Who, ain't the nigga's
just wanna see why
All they be wanting pictures
I be flyer then a navs
Worth a hundred hundrend
I gonna stop shoppin
Till i hit a sacks
Although that's a
I ain't gotta mint chain
old school
Put you in detention
Slabbed deeped up
Tool in the
I'm just a fresh fly
Fool wit gold

Ayyy, what it do my
I'm livin dawg what about you
And i ain't even gatta a lie
My swag, my steez gatta 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
Gatta thank god I'm

2:

Oh I faces when I drop,
I'm duper cudi,
paint the rag top
Can't nobody even tell I'm 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 nigga that watch the sun and don't go blind
She as she wannabe
But she wanna check
and popping pictures,
Like the hoes was with 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 or the bake on bottoms
them on sleep them 501's
You knock em
Use ta the honda with the 30 day tags
was in the past
NOW I'm finna em on the JAG

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