Luyện nghe bài hát friday

I understand it, tell me how could you be so low?
(And all in thrilling, new, sound)
babe (Dammit babe)

Blood thicker than water,
bitches, they all alike
Stand up nigga, not the type
Heart blacker than the Nights til I met you,
They say the devil Prada but I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you
Damn look at that
Short bus shorty, you sure is special Cole to the rescue,
Never a ho
Hoes like to hide their behavior
you was a down ass bitch
'Til I found that shit a couple ago, I was home alone
Next I know that long ass verse from a song called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the tune got
That's when I seen the shit playing on phone
Girl, what is that a
Shit, not you too
Man the done got you too
Everybody and their momma
Even my momma what I'mma do
Decisions,
In case this is war, then I load up on all
If a nigga problems, my trigger's on auto
I'll make sure that miss him
Now pack up your shit, you don't in me
I don't need you, I got me,
nigga moved to NYC, bitch
Got a record and a college degree, bitch
Two plaques, I produced all the tracks
And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z,
And all that achievement
Real nigga never even went and got his teeth
Now you try to me, bitch?
You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock ass out

TKO (TKO, TKO)
TKO
I understand it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've swinging after the bell and after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

All Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the game on lock, serenaded
Now you lame mothafuckas devastated
Bet you wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it
Fuck that shit, he rich, that shit, he this, fuck that shit, he that
He black, he don't blacks, fuck that shit, he wack
Fuck that shit he raps, fuck that shit he spits, fuck bitch
that bitch he with, finished talking shit
Get up off my
The synonymous with comments from the blogs about
Menages with the gossips and the bosses, surprises
I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my
Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped of it
Besides it I'd deny the shit, shit y'all should stop the
I'm the shit, not just kinda sick, the doc prescribed my
it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit
'fore shit, from popular to poppin' picks to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, for compliments
Make it rain, she pop shit, it boosts her confidence (TKO)
Was supposed to stop this shit but like I forgot some shit (TKO)
Forgot the topic, I God forgive you, peep my common sense (TKO)

I don't understand it, me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging after the bell and after all of the whistle
Tried to go the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit babe (Dammit babe) JT like deja vu right?

All album of the year talk, niggas claiming they're the best out
I been hot since the Purple and this cuban's poking my chest out
They keep calling on King Push, this chair, I'm stretched out
My name is my name, bitch, until I'm and it's etched out
I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby hairs and a bun
If I her mine, made her mind, she fall in line and we got somethin'
Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a
skirt, Fendi work, dress my baby like build-a-bear
Fuck you know the Tiger of Rollie, fuck you know about blowin' bands
Bezel on it a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin' hands
A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name
I sold dope where I came from and so dope what I made from it
No lie, know why? Guy Fish in my
JT up in the 3 piece and we magic like showtime
She know, we ain't know, try to trap her but she ain't slow
Once she trap you with the DA flow, it's out, TKO, la!