Luyện nghe bài hát friday

I don't 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 falling
blacker than the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the devil wear Prada but I doubt it cause the did bless you
look at that body
Short bus shorty, cause you sure is Cole to the rescue,
save a ho
Hoes to hide their behavior though
you was a down ass bitch
'Til I found that a couple days ago, I was home alone
Next thing I know long ass verse from a song called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the tune got
That's when I seen the playing on your phone
Girl, what is a ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man the hype got you too
Everybody and their momma
Even my asked what I'mma do
Decisions,
In this is war, then I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on
I'll make sure that nobody him
Now pack up your shit, you don't in me
I need you, I got me, bitch
nigga moved to NYC, bitch
Got a record and a college degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I all the tracks
And I ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch
And after all achievement
Real nigga even went and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to me, bitch?
You try to fuckin' me? I ought to knock your ass out

TKO (TKO, TKO)
TKO
I don't understand it, tell me how you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging the bell and after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

All hail Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the game on lock, streets
Now you lame mothafuckas lookin'
Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the devil it
Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, 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, that bitch
Fuck bitch he with, finished talking shit
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous with comments the blogs about
Menages the gossips and the bosses, fuck surprises
I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my
Is a model chick, grimey fits, trapped inside of it
Besides it I'd deny the shit, shit should stop the shit
I'm the shit, not just kinda sick, the doc my shit
Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and shit
'fore poppin' shit, from to poppin' picks to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, for compliments
it rain, she pop that shit, it boosts her confidence (TKO)
Was supposed to stop this shit but spit like I some shit (TKO)
Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you, peep my sense (TKO)

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

All this of the year talk, niggas claiming they're the best out
I been hot since the Purple Tape and cuban's poking my chest out
They keep on King Push, this beach 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 make her mine, made her mind, she fall in line and we got
Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a
Alaïa skirt, Fendi work, my baby like build-a-bear
you know about the Tiger of Rollie, fuck you know about blowin' bands
Bezel on it like a circle, diamonds in it, holdin' hands
A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my rung
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 ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her but she ain't
Once she trap you with the DA flow, it's out, TKO, la!