Luyện nghe bài hát 34

30, you a fool for one

Herschel Walker, to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
sag, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the ghost
Trap bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door
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, it's
You work at Lids, put shit on your kids, wit all that cappin' (Fuck your shit, Rich Homie)

1]
Pulled up in Benz, I hopped out perfect (I hopped out clean)
to rob me you got killed now was it worth 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 my windows rolled up on purpose (yeah, aye)
You can't tell a nigga like me shit (nah), I have it all when I was little (nope)
16 years old drinking liquor (what), I never ever touched 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 into reality (dat right too!), I rode that

Herschel Walker, used to ride MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants sag, bankroll in my pocket and thirty close
in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap been bunkin' and we money, see that open door
We gettin' it, we been goin' 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'

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

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