Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

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

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

down with two pistols, ain't missinø no target
Right before the funeral, let you pick out coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple losses
Sippin' like a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' on shawty
OK I doubled up the work, I put them in the office
Then put on the freeway, now I feel like I'm Rossy
Seen peoples 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 what I'm gon do with a
I'm in the countin' money, I'm so goddamn 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 with me, they don't do no or boxin'
I got that long bread, I'm talkin' pizza, no toppings
Throw them goons a bread
We'll your baby's adoption
And we worried about the feds
AR's in compartments
Ain't been to sleep in the longest, I sip that drank it's coffee
say that Gucci's a Martian, I buy my enemies coffins
We handle like bosses and treat the streets like an office
I had a with a million worth of bricks in the closet

Double down with two pistols, missinø no target
Right before the funeral, let you pick out coffin
Had to cross the double cross, quadruple your losses
Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, ain't 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 peoples in my view, hit the gas and I lost 'em
Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad cause I'm

You ain't I spent that dough
And you might contacts
I got on my side and if I say the word
Then ready for combat
Vietnam, wartime ain't no joke
Niggas be playin' till the bullets start
Can't hide these guns the clips too long
Hunting for him, catch him hiding in his
Turn his motherfucking house to a home
Money long, get you in your front lawn
Shots so loud setting off car
Run along, or be the nigga dunked on
You be that you niggas 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 to prove
Young niggas call me Uncle
I got more cash than Uncle
Ya'll made up like 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