Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boomin

Oh it's holiday nigga
My beating harder than a bass drum
My trap beating harder than a drum
My trap beating harder than a bass
season
Damn son where'd you that
1:]
These bitches eating pills they Jolly Ranchers
She took a pill then turned a belly dancer
I'm cooking up dope with 2 fucking 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 white girl like a man
East Atlanta Zone 6 you in land
My got a vert, my shit jump out the gym
Bitches down to break they neck, to look at him
She don't really like me but she my rims
lamborghini same color my butter Timbs

My trap boomin' hard, bitch I to God
My trap hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' than you trap booms
My goons in the living room
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I to God
My trap hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap harder than you trap booms
My goons in the living room
2:]
ARs and choppers ain't no hoe gonna stop us
Your ol' lady so proper look at that she poppin'
season bitch
ARs and choppers no hoe niggas gonna stop us
ol' lady so proper look at that pussy she poppin'
ARs and choppers ain't no hoe niggas stop us
Your ol' lady so proper look at pussy she poppin'
I pull out the Rolls and make that top go to
When I pull out my
Even these hoe watchin'
I hit a lick and went and bought a wing
I sprinkle lemon pepper in re-rock
I took my time I had to a fortress
Straight flossin' my look like Walter's
Step out the Benz I got my Gucci on
out my Nigga Gucci know his money long
Got my money, I got my lawyer fee
Shout out the BrickSquad, my a quarter key

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