Luyện nghe bài hát 34

30, you a fool for one

Herschel Walker, used to ride MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants sag, bankroll in my and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy
Trap been bunkin' and we 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
suspicious, pistol 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 (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 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 me shit (nah), I ain't have it all when I was little (nope)
16 years old liquor (what), I ain't 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 dreams into reality (dat right too!), I that

Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, thirty-four
Pants sag, in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap been bunkin' and we makin' money, see that door
We been gettin' it, we goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too 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)
Remember some nights we ain't eat (ayy)
I was Holyfield hustlin' in the (truth)
was Mike Tyson [?] to some kids (ayy, Mike)
I train to get rich (hey)
and twist some fire, not the mid (woo)
Never had nothing up (nah)
Nigga, don't be surprised I get it (ayy)
Where were you I was on my dick? (woo)
I was so I needed fees (yup)
'bout me growin' up
You know I hate to about this shit (I do)
Notice ten and walked up out the
Stripper fame tryin' to see who it (ha)
Ridin' with that thang on me
And you know I got my for this 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, catch the ghost
been bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door
We been 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 your kids, gone wit all that