Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

Mhm
ATL (it's Gucci)
Memphis, connect (turn up)
get it

All my bitches call me
pockets, I'm poppin'
All these I been clockin'
It ain't no way to it
My so rocky, Liberace watchin', 3 mil on watches
So ice, drippin' off me
You and your bitch play hockey
I'm sippin' lean out a cup, I'm in the tropics
I been countin' so money, had to find me a hobby
I'm Czechoslaka, watchin'
I got Rastas choppers
Got the gun with cartridges
runnin' in, they ain't knockin'
Steve Austin flossin', them it's a new boss in office
And if we ain't profit, it ain't no use in callin'
niggas triple crossin', double cross, quadruple your losses
I heard them tried to block, I went bought two new Ferraris

Double down with two pistols, missinø no target
before the funeral, let you pick out your coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple losses
Sippin' lean like a bean, ain't sleepin' on shawty
OK I doubled up the work, I put them in the office
put them on the freeway, now I feel like I'm Rossy
Seen them in my rear view, hit the gas and I lost 'em
Middle finger out the sunroof, just mad cause I'm flossin'

All these rubber bands, fuck I'm gon do with a wallet?
I'm in the booth countin' money, I'm so cocky
My lil' bitch pop her pussy, I just might pop me a
clean codeine got me geeked up, spill lean all over Versace
I got killers with me, they do no talkin' or boxin'
I got long bread, I'm talkin' footlong pizza, no toppings
Throw them goons a bread
We'll take baby's adoption
And we ain't about the feds
AR's in secret
Ain't been to sleep in the longest, I sip that drank like coffee
They say that a Martian, I buy my enemies coffins
We handle business bosses and treat the streets like an office
I had a duplex with a million worth of bricks in the

Double down with two pistols, missinø no target
Right the funeral, let you pick out your coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple your
Sippin' like a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' on shawty
OK I doubled up the work, I put them things in the
put them on the freeway, now I feel like I'm Rossy
Seen them peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and I 'em
finger out the sunroof, they just mad cause I'm flossin'

You ain't know I that dough
And you catch contacts
I got on my side and if I say the word
they ready for combat
Like Vietnam, ain't no joke
Niggas be till the bullets start sprayin'
Can't these guns 'cause the clips too long
Hunting for him, catch him in his honeycomb
Turn his motherfucking to a haunted home
Money long, get you touched in your front
so loud setting off car alarms
Run along, or be the next dunked on
You be swearin' that you got done wrong
Get you jacked, no mask, no on
a nigga ass, then turn it to a club song
Vet in the game, got packs to
Young niggas me Uncle Juice
I got more cash Uncle Scrooge
Ya'll niggas made up Dr. Seuss
All ice, no CZ
I ball, ya'll in the minor leagues
shit, I got the shit on lock
Bout to put game in a DDT