Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

I was born in the without a pot to piss in
Where niggas get over their Jordans and their Pippens
Welcome to California, nah, it cold as New York
But is a bitch out here: word to Too Short
Wack as a shooter so we him Tony Kukoc
Gang had us addicted like it was Newports
Whoever thought it would spread like petroleum
Now BP connect got us praying to holy men
Just had a homie, named her Katrina
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 the cemetery
Where everybody boxed in: Refrigerator

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

So going on with you faggots?
And what you do when your swag no longer matters?
And your ain't the baddest cause she in her mid-40s
And Phantom played out so you hating on the shorties
Cause they around 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 used to run around like you, run the like you
Walk my red and clown like you
But it got old like Betty
This rap shit real deep like White
Reminiscing on the days I 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 accounts and less dollar bills

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

Shit 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 dropping more than we fuckin'
We out the hood, tryna get like (?)
Splitting backboards just to get our weed in
The we cookin, we don't need ovens
We need to put in the mouth of our kids
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 from Belize, you know
Sometimes I feel like this rap shit is heaven
Then I get a high, feel like it's
So I'm to pop the trunk like an elephant
And campaign with Wyclef he run for president
I'm 'bout to pop the like an elephant
And campaign Wyclef while he run for president
you I was gonna kill this shit, Premo..