Luyện nghe bài hát friday

I don't understand it, tell me how you be so low?
(And all in thrilling, new, sound)
babe (Dammit babe)

Blood thicker than water,
bitches, they all alike
Stand up nigga, not the type
Heart than the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the devil wear Prada but I doubt it cause the Lord did you
Damn look at that
Short bus shorty, you sure is special Cole to the rescue,
save a ho
Hoes like to hide behavior though
you was a down ass bitch
'Til I found shit a couple days ago, I was home alone
Next thing I know that long ass verse from a song "Control" was on
The got nearer, the tune got clearer
That's when I seen the playing on your phone
Girl, what is 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 case this is war, I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga want problems, my on auto
I'll make sure nobody miss him
Now pack up your shit, you don't in me
I don't you, I got me, bitch
Same moved to NYC, bitch
Got a record deal and a degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I produced all the
And I ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch
And after all that
Real nigga never went and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to me, bitch?
You try to fuckin' me? I ought to knock your 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 bell and after all of the whistle
to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

All Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the on lock, streets serenaded
Now you lame mothafuckas devastated
Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the ain't it
Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, that shit, he that
He black, he don't blacks, fuck that shit, he wack
Fuck that shit he raps, that shit he spits, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch he with, talking shit
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous with comments the blogs about
Menages with the gossips and the bosses, surprises
I'm and not to mention, in my closet
Is a model chick, gothic fits, trapped inside of it
Besides it I'd deny the shit, y'all should stop the shit
I'm the shit, not kinda sick, the doc prescribed my shit
Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and shit
'fore poppin' shit, popular to poppin' picks to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, for compliments
Make it rain, she pop that shit, it her confidence (TKO)
Was supposed to stop this shit but spit I forgot some shit (TKO)
Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you, peep my sense (TKO)

I don't it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging after the bell and after all of the whistle
Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the
And dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit babe (Dammit babe) JT this like vu right?

All this of the year talk, niggas claiming they're the best out
I been hot since the Purple Tape and this poking my chest out
They keep calling on King Push, this chair, I'm stretched out
My name is my name, bitch, until I'm gone and etched out
I known to blow a quarter brick on baby hairs and a messy bun
If I make her mine, made her mind, she fall in line and we got
Memoirs of a millionaire, even I'm a reallionaire
Alaïa skirt, Fendi work, my baby like build-a-bear
Fuck you know about the Tiger of Rollie, fuck you about blowin' bands
Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin'
A1 day 1, I sold dope and my name rung
I dope 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 and we magic baby like showtime
She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her but she ain't
Once she you with the DA flow, it's lights out, TKO, la!