Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boomin

Oh it's holiday season
My trap harder than a bass drum
My trap beating harder than a bass
My trap beating harder than a drum
season
Damn son where'd you find
1:]
These eating pills like they Jolly Ranchers
She took a pill then into a belly dancer
I'm cooking up this dope with 2 bowls
I an extra hand, I needs 3 extra stoves
I can it dance, do an avalanche
your final chance, get your wedding bands
I keep that girl like a white man
East Atlanta Zone 6 you in land
My money got a vert, my shit out the gym
Bitches down to break they neck, just to at him
She really like me but she love my rims
Yellow same color my butter Timbs

My boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder than you booms
My goons money in the living
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I to God
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I to God
My trap boomin' harder you trap booms
My goons money in the living
2:]
ARs and choppers ain't no hoe gonna stop us
Your ol' lady so proper look at that she poppin'
Holiday bitch
ARs and ain't no hoe niggas gonna stop us
ol' lady so proper look at that pussy she poppin'
ARs and choppers no hoe niggas gona stop us
ol' lady so proper look at that pussy she poppin'
I pull out the Rolls and that top go to droppin'
I pull out my money
Even these hoe niggaz
I hit a lick and went and bought a stop
I sprinkle lemon pepper in that
I took my time I had to build a
Straight flossin' my closet like Walter's
Step out the I got my Gucci skully on
Shout out my Nigga Gucci know his money
Got my bond money, I got my fee
out the BrickSquad, my shoes a quarter key

My trap boomin hard bitch I to God
My trap boomin bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin harder than you trap
My goons money in the room
My trap boomin bitch I swear to God
My trap hard bitch I swear to God
My boomin harder than you trap booms
My money in the living room