Luyện nghe bài hát Feb 14

Ladies and
All that lil' shit, all that lil' fake ass shit
When I be that shit, man
Y'all don't really fuck me, ayy, ayy, ayy
You really fuck with me
So stop actin' like you with me
'Cause I ain't gon' act like I with you
And put that on blast
Ayy

Ayy, you don't really with me, so you could just cut it out
I see you I peep what you all about
You ain't fuckin' over me, I rather your mouth
You just wanna roll me and soak up all my clout
Gettin' tried of reachin' out and tryna talk
So flavor, all these haters keep on droppin' salt
(Ooh, I fuck that)
I ain't write it down, Red Skelton
out loud, uh, clown, uh uh
I ain't never go through no surgery (uh, yuh, yuh)
'Cause I can't see no hoe hurtin' me (ayy, ayy)
But I done broke hearts, ask my clergy, B (ayy, ayy)
I'm like how the this nigga in front of me? (ayy, ayy)
I'm like what the fuck, this nigga been me?
Like how this nigga here tellin' me about me?
Antoneisha say I was in my dream (ayy)
That bih Chanuncey say I'm fightin' in my sleep (yuh, yuh)
Got three angels on my fightin' demons
Lil' bih, nigga, I kill, stealin', I be (yeah, nah, nah)
Ain't no grim, yeah, but I be (ayy, yuh)
Ayy, Valentine's Day, but I'm Halloweenin' (yuh)

I spin, bend,
when I'm married, nigga, I'm hoein' around
I don't believe in karma, that shit is
'Cause I done let out rounds, and it back around (yeah)
Identity (yeah, yeah, skrr, skrr)
That's my occupation, I to pop checks (identity theft)
I was the first in the ring, a Rolls Royce in my (yeah, ooh, ooh)
get me wrong, I love myself, but I love identity theft (ayy, ayy)
They ask me what's my hobby, bitch, theft

I be runnin' up that money, take a deep breath
I know up, I keep my ear to the streets like I'm a elf
Fuck it, I'm now, iPhone 7S
No, I like you Internet clowns, this a real bulletproof vest
I'm conditioned to the streets, up to the streets
I done grew up 'fore I ever went through
I just gave a fool that with that foolery
Start jackin' and whackin' niggas, first I was snatchin' jewelry
I bag a like groceries
how you approachin' me
Fuck you, hoe, you could leave, ain't no to me
Drop a hoe a 14
I'm up, Dope Boy Ree's
I my heart to the streets
But I got a spot for my old G

HBK, kid, February 14 (yeah)
HBK, Heart Break Kodak, 14 (yeah)
Touch 'round the country, February 14
Yeah, I'm lovin', and I'm thuggin', 14
On that coffee and cocoa, I ain't on codeine
I been on no lean, February 14
Yeah, my trigger finger itchin', you would think I'm a fiend
February 14, yeah, February 14 (ayy)