Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

I was in the crosshairs without a pot to piss in
Where niggas get smoked over their Jordans and Pippens
Welcome to California, nah, it cold 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 would spread 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 shooting
And Game still in Cali off The Documentary
em to the symmetry I mean the cemetery
Where everybody in: Refrigerator Perry

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

So what's going on you faggots?
And what you gonna do when your swag no matters?
And your bitch ain't the baddest 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 cause now the world ain't got no
Yeah, 2050 on niggas
Golddiggers you dry left hickeys on you niggas
I used to run around like you, run the like you
Walk my red nose and like you
But it got old like White
This rap shit real deep like White
on the days I used to carry white
Walking though them Crip in the Cherry Nikes
Now I live a married life, walking in the house, to them home-cooked
Joint American Express accounts and dollar bills

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

Shit deeper than The Roots
15's drumming, in the coupe fam
through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers
Born by the jungle so I came gorillas
Since niggas dropping more than we fuckin'
We out the hood, get money like (?)
backboards just to get our weed stuffed in
The crack we cookin, we need ovens
We need something to put in the of our kids
Instead of chains, lets fly to Chile and dig
Go to Haiti and feed to the Bahamas and
On the way back, to my nigga Sean from Belize, you
Sometimes I like this 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 campaign with Wyclef he run for president
I'm 'bout to pop the trunk an elephant
And campaign with while he run for president
Told you I was kill this shit, Premo..