Luyện nghe bài hát 34

30, you a fool for 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
been bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door
We gettin' it, we been goin' 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 on your kids, gone 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 now was it worth it? (Fa-fa-fa-fa)
buy that 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 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 ain't never ever a beer (haa)
I ain't never touch a mill (milla), till I stayed down and start rappin' (I stayed down nigga)
Then I turned my dreams into reality (dat right too!), I rode

Herschel Walker, used to ride MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
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 goin' 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 at Lids, put shit on your kids, gone wit all that cappin'

2]
We were growin' up fighting when we kids (yeah)
Remember some nights we ain't eat (ayy)
I was hustlin' in the trap (truth)
That was Mike Tyson [?] to kids (ayy, Mike)
I train 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)
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 about this shit (I do)
Notice ten and walked up out the
fame tryin' 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, to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants sag, bankroll in my and that thirty close
Church in session, shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap been bunkin' and we makin' money, see that door
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I have it
Neighbor trippin', way too cars, we got too much traffic
suspicious, pistol in my draws and yeah, it's automatic
You at Lids, put shit on your kids, gone wit all that cappin'