Luyện nghe bài hát 34

30, you a fool for one

Herschel Walker, used to that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants sag, in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit 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
trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, put shit on your kids, gone wit all that (Fuck your shit, Rich Homie)

1]
Pulled up in that Benz, I 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 windows rolled up on (yeah, aye)
You can't tell a nigga like me shit (nah), I ain't it all when I was little (nope)
16 years old drinking liquor (what), I ain't never ever touched a (haa)
I ain't never ever touch a mill (milla), till I stayed down and start (I stayed down nigga)
Then I turned my dreams into (dat right too!), I rode that

Herschel Walker, to ride that MARTA, yeah, that 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 money, see that open door
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta it
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too traffic
Look suspicious, in my draws and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, put shit on kids, gone wit all that cappin'

2]
We were growin' up 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 to get rich (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 I needed fees (yup)
Reminiscin' me growin' up
You know I hate to talk about shit (I do)
Notice ten and walked up out the
Stripper tryin' to see who gettin' it (ha)
Ridin' 'round with that on me
And you know I got my for this bitch (Rich Homie, baby)

Herschel Walker, used to that 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 makin' money, see that 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, automatic
You work at Lids, put shit on your kids, gone wit all cappin'