Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

I was in the crosshairs without a pot to piss in
Where niggas get smoked over Jordans and their Pippens
to California, nah, it ain't cold as New York
But life is a out here: word to Too Short
Wack as a shooter so we him Tony Kukoc
Gang banging had us like it was Newports
Whoever thought that it would spread petroleum
Now BP connect got us praying to holy men
had a daughter homie, named her Katrina
If I her right, then maybe she can take over FEMA
Spike Lee in New Orleans shooting
And still in Cali eating off The Documentary
Take em to the symmetry I mean the
everybody boxed in: Refrigerator Perry

And everybody fuck up, they blame it on Barack
he's just like T.I.: Born in the Trap
And everybody little fuck up, blame it on Barack
he's just like Gucci: Born in the Trap
And little fuck up, they blame it on Barack
Cause just like Jeezy: Born in the Trap
And every little up, my gun she go "crack!"
Cause I'm 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 Phantom played out so you hating on the shorties
they running around like they was your age
Fucking raw cause now the world ain't got no AIDS
Yeah, on these niggas
Golddiggers you dry left hickeys on you niggas
I used to run around like you, run the town you
Walk my red nose and like you
But it got old Betty White
This rap shit real deep like Barry
Reminiscing on the days I used to carry
Walking though them Crip hoods in the Cherry
Now I live a married life, walking in the house, to them meals
Joint Express accounts and less dollar bills

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

deeper than The Roots band
15's drumming, in the coupe fam
Riding through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the
by the jungle so I came with gorillas
Since niggas dropping more than we fuckin'
We out the hood, get money like (?)
Splitting backboards just to get our weed in
The crack we cookin, we don't need
We something to put in the mouth of our kids
Instead of copping chains, 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 it's irrelevant
So I'm about to pop the trunk an elephant
And campaign with Wyclef while he run for
I'm 'bout to pop the trunk like an
And campaign with Wyclef while he run for
you I was gonna kill this shit, Premo..