Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

I was born in the crosshairs a pot to piss in
Where niggas get smoked over their and their Pippens
Welcome to California, nah, it ain't cold as New
But life is a bitch out here: word to Too
Wack as a shooter so we called him Tony
Gang had us addicted like it was Newports
Whoever that it would spread like petroleum
Now BP got us praying to them holy men
Just had a daughter homie, named her
If I raise her right, maybe she can take over FEMA
Spike Lee in New shooting documentaries
And Game still in Cali off The Documentary
Take em to the symmetry I the cemetery
Where everybody boxed in: Refrigerator

And everybody fuck up, they blame it on Barack
Cause he's just like T.I.: Born in the
And everybody little fuck up, they it on Barack
Cause he's like Gucci: Born in the Trap
And everybody little fuck up, they it on Barack
Cause he's just like Born in the Trap
And little fuck up, my gun she go "crack!"
I'm just like Outkast, born in the Trap

So what's going on with you
And what you gonna do when swag no longer matters?
And your bitch the baddest cause she in her mid-40s
And your Phantom played out so you on the shorties
Cause they running like they was your age
Fucking bitches raw now the world ain't got no AIDS
Yeah, 2050 on niggas
Golddiggers sucked you dry left hickeys on you
I to run around like you, run the town like you
my red nose and clown like you
But it got old like Betty
This rap shit real deep like Barry
Reminiscing on the days I used to carry
Walking though Crip hoods in the Cherry Nikes
Now I a married life, walking in the house, to them home-cooked meals
American Express accounts and less dollar bills

Niggas still got their hands out, for a stack
Just like Mob, I was born in the Trap
Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a
But like Luda, I was born in the Trap
Niggas still got their hands out, for a stack
But like Soulja Boy, I was born in the
Broke ass niggas got their hands out, begging for a stack
'em to Shawty Lo, nigga, learn how to Trap

Shit deeper The Roots band
drumming, ?uestlove in the coupe fam
Riding through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the
Born by the jungle so I came gorillas
Since niggas dropping dimes than we fuckin'
We out the hood, tryna get money (?)
Splitting backboards just to get our weed in
The crack we cookin, we need ovens
We something to put in the mouth of our kids
Instead of copping chains, fly to Chile and dig
Go to Haiti and to the Bahamas and breathe
On the way back, to my Sean from Belize, you know
I feel like this rap shit is heaven sent
Then I get a high, feel like irrelevant
So I'm about to pop the trunk like an
And campaign with while he run for president
I'm to pop the trunk like an elephant
And campaign with Wyclef he run for president
Told you I was kill this shit, Premo..