Luyện nghe bài hát Black Friday

Dick like Rottweiler
Can you it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo

The industry been in shambles
fugazi, I'm just changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm for analysts
Career damaging verses, meditating with lit
I like my raps extra
freestyling on lunch tables and park benches
And I won't mention my ten thousand in training
juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
And now we look at the as quick submission
They tappin' out before we get a chance to miss 'em
What about, is it money or skill?
Maybe both and I got large amounts of it, it's real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is mistakable
I can see y'all
To be the God emcees, you me well
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the
Run for cover, my prove itself
I'm rollin' deep in paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, how it played nowadays
It's like an 8-ball to the face
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist
It's seven figures and for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Hiiigher power, every other hour since Bauer
stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire
Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you a profit, ah!
This is what want, I'm the one
This is vintage 1990 - somethin'
I'm the son of the pioneer that got you on
Play with him, bitch you better off for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for
He probably let me get head inside the residence
I'm in the White House all out
Bumping College Dropout, Americans
Nothing more than rap music
I merge fusion with the trap music
I mix soul with some rock and roll
They never box me in, I'm Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so
My juvenile was wilder the NOLA
A locomotive track me down in my career
Runnin' this shit four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to
It gets annoying, wanna deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but shit ain't for him
Probably thinking it's for him, one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, leasing my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian studied the game them
Listen to you boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I them, corporations extort them
I'm off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they me back in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's
myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, this studio haunted (Ah!)
I a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole fuckin' beat if let me (Please Cole)
Ib should've sent the instrumental
time I start writing I get sentimental
This is just not fair
But why the fuck should I
The of your life here
Two young was born and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the
Billboard need 2Pac, damn
But number 9 sure he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a
Every day a celebration, but even the valley me
Is not validation, nigga TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better
And casualties all around me, don't me do demonstrations

Murder my allegations and burning my finger
Adjourning my power and earning royalty payments
I'm sorry not relating, this party is reservated
I kill this whole beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I slay it
I gotta lay it, gotta show you I'm not to play with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the greatest

Burnin' my
(Nah I'm fuckin' wit cha)