Luyện nghe bài hát friday

I don't understand it, me how could you be so low?
(And all in thrilling, new, sound)
babe (Dammit babe)

Blood thicker water, right
Fuck bitches, all alike
Stand up nigga, not the falling
Heart than the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the devil wear Prada but I it cause the Lord did bless you
Damn look at that
Short bus shorty, cause you sure is Cole to the rescue,
save a ho
Hoes like to hide behavior though
Thought you was a down ass
'Til I found that a couple days ago, I was home alone
thing I know that long ass verse from a song called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the tune got
when I seen the shit playing on your phone
Girl, what is that a
Shit, not you too
Man the hype got you too
and their momma gassed
Even my asked what I'mma do
Decisions,
In case is war, then I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga problems, my trigger's on auto
I'll make that nobody miss him
Now pack up your shit, you don't in me
I don't need you, I got me,
Same nigga to NYC, bitch
Got a record deal and a college degree,
Two gold plaques, I all the tracks
And I never ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch
And after all achievement
Real nigga never even and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to me, bitch?
You try to play me? I ought to knock your ass out

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

All Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the game on lock, serenaded
Now you lame lookin' devastated
Bet you niggas you never hated, that's the devil ain't it
Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, that shit, he that
He black, he don't like blacks, fuck that shit, he
Fuck that shit he raps, that shit he spits, fuck that bitch
that bitch he with, finished talking shit
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous comments from the blogs about
Menages with the and the bosses, fuck surprises
I'm and not to mention, in my closet
Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped of it
Besides it I'd the shit, shit y'all should stop the shit
I'm the shit, not just sick, the doc prescribed my shit
Cock it, click-click, opposite, and droppin' shit
'fore shit, from popular to poppin' picks to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, popular for
Make it rain, she pop that shit, it boosts her (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, tell me how you be so low, deo
TKO, been swinging after the bell and after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, hit to the dome
And babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe) JT this like deja vu right?

All this album of the talk, niggas claiming they're the best out
I been hot since the Purple Tape and this cuban's my chest out
They calling on King Push, this beach chair, I'm stretched out
My name is my name, bitch, until I'm gone and it's 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 I'm a reallionaire
Alaïa skirt, Fendi work, my baby like build-a-bear
Fuck you know about the Tiger of Rollie, fuck you know about bands
Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, hands
A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name
I sold dope where I came and it's so dope what I made from it
No lie, why? Guy Fish in my bowtie
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 slow
Once she trap you the DA flow, it's lights out, TKO, la!