Luyện nghe bài hát 34

30, you a fool for one

Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that
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 money, see that open door
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta it
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, put shit on your kids, wit all that cappin' (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 Maybach I grew up with out no curtains (might buy that 600 nigga)
Know that when I get it ima keep my rolled up on purpose (yeah, aye)
You tell 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 touched a beer (haa)
I ain't never ever touch a (milla), till I stayed down and start rappin' (I stayed down nigga)
Then I turned my dreams reality (dat right too!), I rode that

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

2]
We were up fighting when we were kids (yeah)
Remember some where we ain't eat (ayy)
I was hustlin' in the trap (truth)
That was Tyson [?] to some kids (ayy, Mike)
I train to get rich (hey)
Smoke and twist fire, not the mid (woo)
Never had growin' up (nah)
Nigga, don't be when I get it (ayy)
Where you when I was on my dick? (woo)
I was so I needed fees (yup)
Reminiscin' 'bout me up
You know I hate to talk this shit (I do)
ten and walked up out the bitch
Stripper tryin' to see who gettin' it (ha)
Ridin' 'round that thang on me
And you know I got my license for this (Rich Homie, baby)

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