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 water, right
Fuck bitches, they all
up nigga, not the falling type
Heart blacker than the Nights til I met you,
They say the devil wear Prada but I doubt it cause the Lord did you
Damn at that body
Short bus shorty, cause you sure is Cole to the rescue,
save a ho
Hoes like to hide their behavior
Thought you was a ass bitch
'Til I found that a couple days ago, I was home alone
Next thing I know that long ass from a song called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the got clearer
That's when I seen the shit 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 this is war, I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on
I'll sure that nobody miss him
Now pack up shit, you don't believe in me
I don't need you, I got me,
nigga moved to NYC, bitch
Got a record and a college degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I produced all the
And I never ever ever on Jay-Z, bitch
And all that achievement
Real nigga never went and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to play me,
You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock ass out

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

All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, it
Had the game on lock, serenaded
Now you lame lookin' devastated
Bet you niggas wish you never hated, the devil ain't it
Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, fuck shit, he that
He black, he don't like blacks, fuck that shit, he
Fuck that shit he raps, fuck shit he spits, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch he with, finished talking
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous with from the blogs about
with the gossips and the bosses, fuck surprises
I'm and not to mention, in my closet
Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, inside of it
it I'd deny the shit, shit y'all should stop the shit
I'm the shit, not just kinda sick, the doc my shit
Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin'
'fore poppin' shit, from popular to poppin' to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, for compliments
Make it rain, she pop that shit, it her confidence (TKO)
Was supposed to stop shit but spit like I forgot some shit (TKO)
Forgot the topic, I hope God you, peep my common 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 blows
Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the
And babe (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe) JT this like deja vu right?

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