Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

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

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

So going on with you faggots?
And what you do when your swag no longer matters?
And your bitch ain't the baddest cause she in her
And Phantom played out so you hating on the shorties
Cause they running like they was your age
Fucking bitches raw cause now the ain't got no AIDS
Yeah, 2050 on these
sucked you dry left hickeys 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 like White
Reminiscing on the I used to carry white
Walking though them Crip in the Cherry Nikes
Now I live a life, walking in the house, to them home-cooked meals
Joint American accounts and less dollar bills

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

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