Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

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

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

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

All these rubber bands, what I'm gon do with a wallet?
I'm in the countin' money, I'm so goddamn cocky
My lil' bitch pop her pussy, I just pop me a molly
That clean codeine got me geeked up, spill lean all Versace
I got killers with me, they don't do no talkin' or
I got that long bread, I'm talkin' pizza, no toppings
Throw goons a little bread
We'll your baby's adoption
And we ain't worried about the
in secret compartments
Ain't been to in the longest, I sip that drank like 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 million of bricks in the closet

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

You ain't know I spent dough
And you catch contacts
I got shooters on my and if I say the word
they ready for combat
Like Vietnam, wartime ain't no
Niggas be playin' the bullets start sprayin'
hide these guns 'cause the clips too long
Hunting for him, catch him hiding in his
Turn his motherfucking house to a home
Money long, get you touched in your lawn
so loud setting off car alarms
Run along, or be the next dunked on
You be swearin' you niggas got done wrong
Get you jacked, no mask, no on
Beat a nigga ass, then turn it to a club
Vet in the game, got to prove
Young niggas call me Uncle
I got more than Uncle Scrooge
Ya'll made up like Dr. Seuss
All ice, no CZ
I ball, ya'll niggas in the minor
shit, I got the shit on lock
Bout to put this in a DDT