Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

I was born in the crosshairs a pot to piss in
Where niggas get smoked over Jordans and their Pippens
Welcome to California, nah, it ain't cold as New
But life is a bitch out here: word to Too
Wack as a shooter so we him Tony Kukoc
Gang banging had us addicted it was Newports
Whoever thought that it would spread like
Now BP connect got us praying to them men
Just had a daughter homie, her Katrina
If I raise her right, maybe she can take over FEMA
Spike Lee in New Orleans shooting
And Game still in eating off The Documentary
Take em to the symmetry I mean the
Where everybody in: Refrigerator Perry

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

So what's going on you faggots?
And you gonna do when your swag no longer matters?
And your bitch the baddest cause she in her mid-40s
And Phantom played out so you hating on the shorties
Cause they running like they was your age
Fucking raw cause now the world ain't got no AIDS
Yeah, 2050 on niggas
Golddiggers you dry left hickeys on you niggas
I used to run like you, run the town like you
Walk my red and clown like you
But it got old like Betty
This rap shit deep like Barry White
on the days I used to carry white
Walking though them Crip in the Cherry Nikes
Now I live a married life, in the house, to them home-cooked meals
Joint American Express accounts and less dollar

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 born in the
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 Lo, nigga, learn how to Trap

Shit than The Roots band
15's drumming, in the coupe fam
through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers
Born by the jungle so I with gorillas
niggas dropping more dimes than we fuckin'
We out the hood, tryna get money (?)
Splitting just to get our weed stuffed in
The crack we cookin, we don't ovens
We need something to put in the of our kids
Instead of chains, lets fly to Chile and dig
Go to Haiti and to the Bahamas and breathe
On the way back, to my Sean 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 about to pop the trunk an elephant
And campaign with Wyclef 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..