Luyện nghe bài hát Black Friday

Dick hard Rottweiler
Can you it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo

The whole industry been in
Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the
Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, with candles lit
I my raps extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch and park benches
And I mention my ten thousand hours in training
While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was
And now we look at the competition as quick
They tappin' out before we even get a chance to 'em
What this about, is it money or
Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, real
You see my is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable
I can see incapable
To be the God emcees, you me well
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the
Run for cover, my lineage prove
I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two
Before scholars, I flowed than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, how it played nowadays
It's like an 8-ball to the nowadays
I'm nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It's seven figures and retainer for the nowadays, I'm talking
Hiiigher power, every hour since Eddie Bauer
Since boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire
Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you a profit, ah!
This is what want, I'm the one
This is vintage from - somethin'
I'm the son of the pioneer that got you on
Play him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for
He probably let me get some inside the residence
I'm in the White going all out
Bumping Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential rap music
I merge jazz fusion the trap music
I mix black soul with rock and roll
They never box me in, I'm David all you hoes
Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so
My juvenile was than the NOLA
A locomotive track me down in my career
Runnin' shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, to California
It gets annoying, niggas deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry ain't for him
Probably thinking it's for him, one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort
I'm off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
My rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they me back in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself important
Lace myself with the wisdom my enormous
So pay the man for performance, all of my garments
Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)
I tell a don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole fuckin' if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should've never the instrumental
Every I start writing I get sentimental
This is just not fair
But why the fuck should I
The of your life here
Two stars was born and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the
Billboard list 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, in a trance
Every day a celebration, but even the valley me
Is not validation, nigga TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, ratings
And casualties all around me, don't me do demonstrations

Murder my and burning my finger traces
Adjourning my patience and earning royalty payments
I'm sorry not relating, this party is reservated
I kill this whole beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib the instrumental, I gotta slay it
I gotta lay it, gotta show you I'm not to play with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the greatest

Burnin' my
(Nah I'm fuckin' wit cha)