Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

I was in the crosshairs without a pot to piss in
niggas get smoked over their Jordans and their Pippens
Welcome to California, nah, it ain't as New York
But life is a out here: word to Too Short
Wack as a shooter so we him Tony Kukoc
Gang had us addicted like it was Newports
Whoever that it would spread like petroleum
Now BP connect got us praying to holy men
Just had a daughter homie, named her
If I her right, then maybe she can take over FEMA
Spike Lee in New Orleans documentaries
And Game still in Cali eating off The
Take em to the symmetry I mean the
Where boxed in: Refrigerator Perry

And everybody little fuck up, they blame it on
Cause he's just like T.I.: Born in the
And everybody little up, they blame it on Barack
he's just like Gucci: Born in the Trap
And little fuck up, they blame it on Barack
Cause he's like Jeezy: Born in the Trap
And every little 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 your no longer matters?
And your bitch the baddest cause she in her mid-40s
And your played out so you hating on the shorties
Cause they running around like was your age
bitches raw cause now the world ain't got no AIDS
Yeah, 2050 on niggas
sucked you dry left hickeys on you niggas
I used to run around like you, run the like you
Walk my red and clown like you
But it got old like White
This rap shit real like Barry White
Reminiscing on the days I used to carry
Walking though them Crip hoods in the Cherry
Now I live a married life, walking in the house, to home-cooked meals
Joint American accounts and less dollar bills

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

deeper than The Roots band
15's drumming, in the coupe fam
through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers
Born by the so I came with gorillas
Since niggas dropping more dimes than we
We out the hood, tryna get like (?)
backboards just to get our weed stuffed in
The crack we cookin, we don't need
We need something to put in the of our kids
Instead of copping chains, lets fly to and dig
Go to and feed to the Bahamas and breathe
On the way back, to my Sean from Belize, you know
Sometimes I feel this rap shit is heaven sent
Then I get a high, feel it's 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 while he run for
you I was gonna kill this shit, Premo..