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
Trap been bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open
We been gettin' it, we 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, it's
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 keep my windows rolled up on (yeah, aye)
You can't tell a nigga like me shit (nah), I ain't have it all I was little (nope)
16 years old drinking liquor (what), I ain't ever touched a beer (haa)
I ain't ever touch a mill (milla), till 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 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 ghost
Trap been bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open
We been gettin' it, we been hard, boy, I gotta have 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)
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 to get rich (hey)
and twist some fire, not the mid (woo)
Never had growin' up (nah)
Nigga, be surprised when I get it (ayy)
Where you when I was on my dick? (woo)
I was so I needed fees (yup)
Reminiscin' 'bout me up
You know I hate to talk this shit (I do)
Notice ten and up out the bitch
Stripper fame to see who gettin' it (ha)
Ridin' 'round with that on me
And you I got my license for this bitch (Rich Homie, baby)

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, the holy ghost
Trap been bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open
We been gettin' it, we been hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my draws and yeah, it's
You work at Lids, put on your kids, gone wit all that cappin'