Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

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

All my call me papi
Sloppy pockets, I'm
All dollars I been clockin'
It no way to stop it
My wrist so rocky, Liberace watchin', 3 mil on
So ice, drippin' off me
You and your bitch could play
I'm sippin' out a coconut cup, I'm in the tropics
I been countin' so much money, had to 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 talking profit, it no use in callin'
These triple crossin', double cross, quadruple your losses
I heard them haters to block, I went bought two new Ferraris

Double with two pistols, ain't missinø no target
Right before the funeral, let you pick out coffin
Had to triple cross the cross, quadruple your losses
lean like a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' on shawty
OK I up the work, I put them things in the office
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
Middle finger out the sunroof, just mad cause I'm flossin'

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

Double with two pistols, ain't missinø no target
Right before the funeral, let you out your coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, your losses
lean like a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' on shawty
OK I doubled up the work, I put things in the office
Then put 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, they just mad I'm flossin'

You know I spent that dough
And you catch contacts
I got shooters on my side and if I say the
they ready for combat
Like Vietnam, wartime no joke
Niggas be playin' till the bullets sprayin'
Can't hide these guns 'cause the clips too
for him, catch him hiding in his honeycomb
Turn his motherfucking house to a haunted
Money long, get you touched in your lawn
Shots so setting off car alarms
Run along, or be the next dunked on
You be swearin' that you niggas got 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 than Uncle Scrooge
Ya'll niggas up like Dr. Seuss
All ice, no CZ
I ball, ya'll in the minor leagues
Real shit, I got the on lock
Bout to put this in a DDT