Luyện nghe bài hát Sweatpants

Watching wonder why Gambino got the game locked
thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok
Got her hair done, braids, now she A$AP
so insensitive, she asking, "Why you say that?!"
I'm chillin', real feeling
Rich kid, asshole: me as a villain
spitting that cash flow: DJ Khaled
I got a penthouse on coasts, pH balance
Real nigga, I rep those, why though? I said so
Hip in the Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds
I got tail than that PetCo, you faker than some Sweet'N Low
Yeah, you got silverware, but really are you eating though?
Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating
Breakfast, lunch and dinner's for beginners, you ain't know
Never catching cases, why they faces so e-m-o?
Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me a piano
My architect know Japanese, yo' girl, she me
No like soccer teams and y'all fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain't copping these, niggas looking like me
Nah, I ain't checking I.D. but I bounce 'em no problem
Tell 'em, (Problem!)

I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm [x3}
kid, asshole, paint me as a villain

Don't be mad I'm doing me better than you doing you [x3]
Better than you doing you, fuck it, you gon' do?

Different color, my passport, my stack load
Hashtag my day wear and your girl my day care
And I'm born rich, ain't fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
Ain't nobody and my Fisker, "vroom, vroom," ho
Ain't

Fiskers make noise when they start up just so you know

Top of the Hold 'em totem, ri-rich forever, a was not the quota
My father owned half of MoMA and did it no diploma
Year off, got no rules, off of them toadstools
More than my Whole Foods and I'm too fly, Jeff Goldblum
Got a house in the Palisades, that a-k-a
hood, white hood, (okay-kay-kay)
Furniture custom, you at IKEA
So Maserati, you a Kia
Spending this money, it's longer Nia
Live a Coppola, me and Sofia
Waking up broke, man, wouldn't be ya
Friends the dope man, help a nigga re-up
a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her
"Err-err-err-err": onomatopoeia, oh, I got my on! (Tell 'em, mane)
I'm winning so had to dump the Gatorade
And I don't give a fuck my family name

Don't be mad cause I'm doing me than you doing you [x3]
Better you doing you, fuck it, what you gon' do?