Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

I was born in the without a pot to piss in
Where get smoked over their Jordans and their Pippens
to California, nah, it ain't cold as New York
But life is a bitch out word to Too Short
Wack as a so we called him Tony Kukoc
Gang banging had us addicted like it was
Whoever thought that it spread like petroleum
Now BP connect got us praying to them men
had a daughter homie, named her Katrina
If I her right, then maybe she can take over FEMA
Spike Lee in New Orleans shooting
And Game still in Cali off The Documentary
Take em to the I mean the cemetery
everybody boxed in: Refrigerator Perry

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

So what's on with you faggots?
And what you do when your swag no longer matters?
And your bitch ain't the cause she in her mid-40s
And your Phantom played out so you on the shorties
Cause they running around like they was age
Fucking bitches raw cause now the world ain't got no
Yeah, 2050 on these
Golddiggers sucked you dry left on you niggas
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 Barry White
Reminiscing on the days I to carry white
Walking though them Crip hoods in the Cherry
Now I live a married life, walking in the house, to them meals
Joint American accounts and less dollar bills

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

Shit deeper The Roots band
15's drumming, ?uestlove in the fam
through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers
Born by the jungle so I with gorillas
Since niggas dropping more dimes we fuckin'
We out the hood, get money like (?)
Splitting just to get our weed stuffed 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 feed to the Bahamas and
On the way back, to my nigga from Belize, you know
Sometimes I feel like rap shit is heaven sent
Then I get a high, feel it's irrelevant
So I'm about to pop the like an elephant
And with Wyclef while he run for president
I'm to pop the trunk like an elephant
And campaign with Wyclef while he run for
Told you I was kill this shit, Premo..