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, catch the holy
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 cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my draws and yeah, automatic
You work at Lids, put shit on kids, gone wit all that cappin' (Fuck your shit, Rich Homie)

1]
Pulled up in Benz, I hopped out perfect (I hopped out clean)
Tried to rob me you got killed now was it it? (Fa-fa-fa-fa)
Might buy that 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 can't tell a nigga like me shit (nah), I ain't have it all when I was (nope)
16 years old drinking liquor (what), I never ever touched a beer (haa)
I ain't never ever touch a mill (milla), I stayed down and start rappin' (I stayed down nigga)
Then I turned my dreams into reality (dat too!), I rode that

Herschel Walker, used to ride MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants sag, bankroll in my pocket and that close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy
Trap been bunkin' and we makin' money, see open door
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta it
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much
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 growin' up when we were kids (yeah)
some nights where we ain't eat (ayy)
I was Holyfield in the trap (truth)
That was Mike Tyson [?] to some (ayy, Mike)
I remember train to get (hey)
and twist some fire, not the mid (woo)
Never had growin' 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 hate to talk this shit (I do)
ten and walked up out the bitch
Stripper fame to see who gettin' it (ha)
Ridin' with that thang on me
And you I got my license for this bitch (Rich Homie, baby)

Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that
sag, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
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 many cars, we got too much
Look suspicious, pistol in my draws and yeah, automatic
You work at Lids, put shit on your kids, wit all that cappin'