Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock Knock cudi open up dis
Gotta kush pack
And henni we could sip
a couple dolla's on
Give a penny to
But im wit a couple
Who said they really get
Aquainted with nigga's
Who, ain't the nigga's
They just see why
All girlfriends be wanting pictures
I be flyer then a hundred
Worth a hundred hundrend
I ain't gonna shoppin
i hit a hundred sacks
Although that's a
I ain't gotta mint chain
old school
Put you nigga's in
Slabbed nigga's up
in the cloths
I'm just a young fly
Fool wit some

Ayyy, what it do my
I'm livin life dawg about you
And i ain't even gatta a lie
My swag, my gatta nigga sky high
So I'm, watchin my
the shoes on the cool
Be damned if a nigga aint to the roof
Pimp tight get it right more or less
Gatta thank god I'm

2:

Oh I rearrange faces I drop,
I'm super cudi,
Candy the rag top
Can't nobody even I'm sippin when I lean
gimme to my fans,
I'm country till I
Pleaseee,
I stay up on my creep so to up
Gatta look the superstar, no stunnas
I'ma say some shit that make you think I my mind
I'm the only that could watch the sun and don't go blind
She fine as she
But she wanna check
and popping pictures,
Like the was working with the law
Back and pictures, tryna play me to the left
Now I pick the hoes I want,
And give my niggas what is
I don't kno if it's the name or the on bottoms
Keep them on sleep 501's
You can't em
Use ta have the honda with the 30 day
That was in the
NOW I'm finna em on the JAG

Ayyy, it do my dude
I'm livin life dawg about you
And ine gatta tell a lie
My swag, my gatta nigga sky high
So I'm, my moves
From the shoes on the
Be Damned if a nigga high to the roof
Pimp tight get it right homey or less
thank god I'm fresh