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
to California, nah, it ain't cold as New York
But life is a bitch out here: word to Too
Wack as a shooter so we called him Tony
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 raise her right, then maybe she can take FEMA
Lee in New Orleans shooting documentaries
And Game still in Cali eating off The
Take em to the symmetry I the cemetery
Where everybody boxed in: Perry

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

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

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

Shit deeper The Roots band
15's drumming, in the coupe fam
Riding through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the
Born by the jungle so I with gorillas
Since niggas dropping more dimes we fuckin'
We out the hood, get money like (?)
Splitting backboards just to get our weed 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 and feed to the Bahamas and breathe
On the way back, to my nigga from Belize, you know
Sometimes I feel this rap shit is heaven sent
Then I get a high, feel like irrelevant
So I'm to pop the trunk like an elephant
And campaign with while he run for president
I'm 'bout to pop the trunk like an
And campaign Wyclef while he run for president
Told you I was gonna this shit, Premo..