Luyện nghe bài hát 34

30, you a for this one

Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that
sag, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy
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 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 cappin' (Fuck your shit, Rich Homie)

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

Herschel Walker, to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants sag, bankroll in my pocket and thirty close
Church in session, talk like 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
trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my draws and yeah, automatic
You work at Lids, put shit on your kids, wit all that cappin'

2]
We were growin' up when we were kids (yeah)
some nights where we ain't eat (ayy)
I was Holyfield hustlin' in the (truth)
That was Mike [?] to some kids (ayy, Mike)
I remember train to get (hey)
Smoke and some fire, not the mid (woo)
Never had nothing up (nah)
Nigga, be surprised when I get it (ayy)
Where were you I was on my dick? (woo)
I was so broke I fees (yup)
Reminiscin' 'bout me up
You know I to talk about this shit (I do)
ten and walked up out the bitch
Stripper fame tryin' to see who it (ha)
Ridin' 'round that thang on me
And you know I got my license for bitch (Rich Homie, baby)

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 and we makin' money, see that open door
We been gettin' it, we goin' hard, boy, I gotta 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 on your kids, gone wit all that cappin'