Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

I was born in the crosshairs a pot to piss in
Where niggas get smoked over their Jordans and their
Welcome to California, nah, it ain't cold as New
But is a bitch out here: word to Too Short
Wack as a shooter so we called him 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 shooting documentaries
And Game still in Cali off The Documentary
Take em to the symmetry I the cemetery
Where boxed in: Refrigerator Perry

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

So going on with you faggots?
And you gonna do when your swag no longer matters?
And your ain't the baddest cause she in her mid-40s
And your Phantom played out so you on the shorties
Cause they around like they was your age
Fucking raw cause now the world ain't got no AIDS
Yeah, 2050 on these
Golddiggers sucked you dry left 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 Betty White
This rap shit real deep Barry White
Reminiscing on the I used to carry white
Walking though Crip hoods in the Cherry Nikes
Now I live a married life, walking in the house, to them home-cooked
Joint American Express accounts and less bills

Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a
Just like Goodie Mob, I was born in the
Niggas still got 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 Lo, nigga, learn how to Trap

Shit deeper than The band
drumming, ?uestlove in the coupe fam
Riding through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the
Born by the jungle so I with gorillas
Since niggas dropping more dimes than we
We out the hood, get money like (?)
Splitting backboards 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 nigga Sean Belize, you know
Sometimes I feel like rap shit is heaven sent
Then I get a high, feel like it's
So I'm about to pop the trunk like an
And campaign with Wyclef he run for president
I'm 'bout to pop the trunk like an
And campaign with while he run for president
Told you I was kill this shit, Premo..