Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock Knock cudi open up dis
Gotta kush shells
And some we could sip
a couple dolla's on
Give a to bitch
But im wit a ho's
Who said really wanna get
Aquainted some nigga's
Who, ain't the average
They just see why
All they be wanting pictures
I be then a hundred navs
Worth a hundred stacks
I ain't stop shoppin
i hit a hundred sacks
Although a given
I ain't gotta mint chain
Candy old
Put you in detention
nigga's deeped up
Tool in the
I'm a young fresh fly
wit some gold

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

2:

Oh I faces when I drop,
I'm duper cudi,
paint the rag top
Can't even tell I'm sippin when I lean
They to my fans,
I'm country I decease
Pleaseee,
I stay up on my creep so to up
Gatta look the superstar, no stunnas
I'ma say some shit that make you I lost my mind
I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go
She as she wannabe
But she check though
Dodging and pictures,
the hoes was working with the law
Back and shaker pictures, tryna me to the left
Now I pick the hoes I want,
And give my what is left
I don't kno if it's the name or the on bottoms
Keep them on them 501's
You knock em
Use ta the honda with the 30 day tags
was in the past
NOW I'm throw em on the JAG

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