Luyện nghe bài hát friday

I understand it, tell me how could you be so low?
(And all in thrilling, new, sound)
babe (Dammit babe)

Blood thicker water, right
bitches, they all alike
Stand up nigga, not the type
blacker than the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the devil wear Prada but I doubt it the Lord did bless you
Damn look at body
bus shorty, cause you sure is special Cole to the rescue,
Never a ho
like to hide their behavior though
Thought you was a down ass
'Til I found that shit a couple ago, I was home alone
Next thing I know that long ass verse a song called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the got clearer
That's when I the shit playing on your phone
Girl, is that a ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man the hype got you too
Everybody and their momma
Even my asked what I'mma do
Decisions,
In this is war, then I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on
I'll make sure that miss him
Now up your shit, you don't believe in me
I don't need you, I got me,
Same moved to NYC, bitch
Got a record deal and a degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I produced all the
And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z,
And all that achievement
Real never even went and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to me, bitch?
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 and after all of the whistle blows
to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)

All hail Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the game on lock, serenaded
Now you mothafuckas lookin' devastated
Bet you niggas you never hated, that's the devil ain't it
that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, fuck that 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 shit
Get up off my
The narcissists with comments from the blogs about
Menages with the gossips and the bosses, surprises
I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my
Is a chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped inside of it
Besides it I'd deny the shit, shit y'all should the shit
I'm the shit, not just kinda sick, the doc prescribed my
Cock it, click-click, opposite, and droppin' shit
'fore poppin' shit, from to poppin' picks to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, popular for
Make it rain, she pop that shit, it her confidence (TKO)
Was supposed to this 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, me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging after the bell and after all of the whistle
to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And babe (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe) JT this like deja vu right?

All this album of the year talk, niggas claiming they're the out
I hot since the Purple Tape and this cuban's poking my chest out
They 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 blow a quarter on baby hairs and a messy bun
If I make her mine, made her mind, she fall in and we got somethin'
Memoirs of a millionaire, even I'm a reallionaire
Alaïa skirt, Fendi work, dress my baby build-a-bear
Fuck you about the Tiger of Rollie, fuck you know about blowin' bands
Bezel on it a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin' hands
A1 since day 1, I dope and my name rung
I sold where I came from and it's so dope what I made from it
No lie, why? Guy Fish in my bowtie
JT up in the 3 piece and we baby like showtime
She know, we ain't know, try to trap her but she ain't slow
Once she trap you with the DA flow, lights out, TKO, la!