Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks on Me

Just got a call my mom
Tellin' me what the was sayin'
the lawsuit
I thought they had had that down,

Big shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby
Flintstone in my ears, on my wrist, baby
This just mutilated, everything decapitated
Deep on new relations, just gotta be brand
Ain't no sellin' out, no tradin', so you gotta be gang
Pop this shit for my shottas incarcerated
Rockstar this shit, a star, I stay in Quentin
Pop stylin' this shit, how you get the high maintenance
How she gon' take my love and give it away it ain't nothin' to her?
How you gon' judge my plugs, not take I never did off of me?
Hawaiian on the thick one to the PJ
I can just imagine the pain on PJ
Murder murder, day, I got tears, I can't let 'em out
I can't take it, I can't take it no more, I'm 'bout to out
I'm good on deposits but I gotta have a stash
I see you bein' greedy and I gotta my ass off
I chief on gas house, until I out
Rollin' in a Phantom, came with an
Survive the trenches, it's on me the day I walk 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
I'ma feel if I tell you sorry

Gotta be a genius, be extraordinary
Gotta seeds, nigga, like a florist
I'm Future but I'm not a guitarist
I be starvin', I'm fortunate

Maybe my mind playin' on me
Maybe my mind playin' on me
it be my ex playin' tricks on me?
Someone that's playin' tricks on me
Big boss shit, baby, I just a new PJ
Butler came the elevator, greet my guests, baby
high maintenance, everything's unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, got temporary

Rockstar in this shit, a popstar in this shit, yeah
Tryna forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, harder
Seen his son at my little boy party, it was harder
The streets of the ATL respect nothin' but shottas
Had to look the other way, be the other way
Hit Mazi up, that was in the broad day
I popped two Xans and I been all day
(Let's go, go)

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

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