Luyện nghe bài hát 34

30, you a for this one

Herschel Walker, to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants sag, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, the holy ghost
Trap been bunkin' and we makin' money, see open door
We been it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it
trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, in my draws and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, put shit on your kids, gone wit all that (Fuck your shit, Rich Homie)

1]
Pulled up in that Benz, I hopped out perfect (I out clean)
Tried to rob me you got killed now was it it? (Fa-fa-fa-fa)
Might buy that Maybach I grew up with out no (might buy that 600 nigga)
Know that when I get it ima keep my windows rolled up on (yeah, aye)
You can't a nigga like me shit (nah), I ain't have it all when I was little (nope)
16 years old drinking liquor (what), I ain't never ever a beer (haa)
I never ever touch a mill (milla), till I stayed down and start rappin' (I stayed down nigga)
Then I turned my dreams into (dat right too!), I rode that

Herschel Walker, used to ride MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants sag, in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the ghost
Trap been and we makin' money, see that open door
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I have it
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much
Look suspicious, pistol in my draws and yeah, it's
You work at Lids, put shit on your kids, gone wit all that

2]
We were growin' up fighting when we were (yeah)
Remember some nights we ain't eat (ayy)
I was Holyfield hustlin' in the (truth)
That was Mike Tyson [?] to kids (ayy, Mike)
I remember train to get (hey)
Smoke and some fire, not the mid (woo)
had nothing growin' up (nah)
Nigga, don't be when I get it (ayy)
Where were you when I was on my (woo)
I was so I needed fees (yup)
Reminiscin' me growin' up
You know I hate to talk about this (I do)
Notice ten and up out the bitch
fame tryin' to see who gettin' it (ha)
Ridin' with that thang on me
And you know I got my license for this (Rich Homie, baby)

Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, thirty-four
Pants sag, in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap been bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I have it
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much
Look suspicious, pistol in my and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, put shit on kids, gone wit all that cappin'