Luyện nghe bài hát 34

30, you a for this one

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
Trap been bunkin' and we makin' money, see that door
We been gettin' it, we been 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, wit all that cappin' (Fuck your shit, Rich Homie)

1]
Pulled up in that Benz, I hopped out (I hopped out clean)
to rob me you got killed now was it worth it? (Fa-fa-fa-fa)
Might buy that I grew up with out no curtains (might buy that 600 nigga)
Know when I get it ima keep my windows rolled 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 ain't never touched a beer (haa)
I ain't ever touch a mill (milla), till I stayed down and start rappin' (I stayed down nigga)
Then I my dreams into reality (dat right too!), I rode that

Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, thirty-four
Pants sag, bankroll in my and that thirty close
in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap been bunkin' and we makin' money, see open door
We gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta 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 kids, gone wit all that cappin'

2]
We growin' up fighting when we were kids (yeah)
Remember some nights we ain't eat (ayy)
I was Holyfield in the trap (truth)
That was Mike Tyson [?] to some (ayy, Mike)
I remember to get rich (hey)
Smoke and some fire, not the mid (woo)
Never had nothing up (nah)
Nigga, don't be surprised I get it (ayy)
Where you when I was on my dick? (woo)
I was so I needed fees (yup)
Reminiscin' me growin' up
You know I to talk about this shit (I do)
Notice ten and up out the bitch
Stripper tryin' to see who gettin' it (ha)
'round 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, bankroll in my and that thirty close
Church in session, talk like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap bunkin' 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
suspicious, pistol in my draws and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, put shit on your kids, wit all that cappin'