Luyện nghe bài hát T.G.I.F.

1:

Knock Knock open up dis chip
kush pack shells
And henni we could sip
a couple dolla's on
Give a to bitch
But im wit a ho's
Who said they really get
with some nigga's
Who, ain't the nigga's
They wanna see why
All they be wanting pictures
I be flyer a hundred navs
a hundred hundrend stacks
I gonna stop shoppin
Till i hit a sacks
Although that's a
I ain't even gotta chain
old school
Put you nigga's in
nigga's deeped up
Tool in the
I'm just a fresh fly
wit some gold

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

2:

Oh I faces when I drop,
I'm super cudi,
Candy the rag top
Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin 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 that make you think I lost my mind
I'm the nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind
She as she wannabe
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 is left
I don't kno if it's the or the bake on bottoms
Keep on sleep them 501's
You knock em
Use ta have the honda the 30 day tags
was in the past
NOW I'm throw em on the JAG

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