Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks on Me

Just got a from my mom
Tellin' me what the was sayin'
About the
I thought had had that down, yeah

Big money shit, baby, I just a new six, baby
Flintstone in my ears, pissed on my wrist,
This just mutilated, everything decapitated
Deep on new relations, just be brand related
Ain't no sellin' out, no tradin', so you gotta be gang
Pop stylin' this shit for my incarcerated
Rockstar this shit, a street star, I stay in
Pop stylin' this shit, how you get the high maintenance
How she gon' take my love and it away like it ain't nothin' to her?
How you gon' judge my plugs, not what I never did off of me?
surfin' on the thick one to the PJ
I can just imagine the pain on PJ
murder, broad day, I got tears, I can't let 'em out
I can't take it, I can't it no more, I'm 'bout to spaz out
I'm good on deposits but I have a stash house
I see you bein' greedy and I work my ass off
I on gas house, until I pass out
Rollin' in a Phantom, came an umbrella
Survive the trenches, it's on me the day I through it
done came Pluto, I'ma drip all through it (Icy)
I was lettin' the shit I can't control me
It was too deep for you, baby, pardon me
I to treat that shit just like a party
feel weak if I tell you sorry

Gotta be a genius, gotta be
plant seeds, nigga, like a florist
I'm Future Hendrix but I'm not a
I could've be starvin', I'm

Maybe my playin' tricks on me
Maybe my mind tricks on me
it be my ex playin' tricks on me?
Someone jealous playin' tricks on me
Big boss shit, baby, I bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, my guests, baby
iPad high maintenance, everything's
and strawberries, nothing's got temporary

Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in shit, yeah
Tryna the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin' harder
Seen his son at my little boy birthday party, it was
The streets of the ATL don't respect but shottas
Had to look the other way, be the other way
Hit Yung up, that was in the broad day
I two Xans and I been sleep all day
(Let's go, go)

I was lettin' the shit I can't control me
too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me
I'm Future but I'm not a guitarist (Super)
I could've be starvin', I'm

my mind playin' tricks on me (I'm so fuckin' hurt)
Maybe my mind tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
it be my ex playin' tricks on me?
Someone that's jealous playin' tricks on me (Someone jealous, I know, I know)
Big boss shit, baby, I just a new PJ
came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
iPad high maintenance, everything's
and strawberries, nothing's got temporary