Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

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

And everybody fuck up, they blame it on Barack
he's just like T.I.: Born in the Trap
And little fuck up, they blame it on Barack
Cause he's just like Gucci: in the Trap
And everybody little fuck up, they blame it on
he's just like Jeezy: Born in the Trap
And little 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 bitch ain't the baddest she in her mid-40s
And your played out so you hating on the shorties
Cause they running around like was your age
Fucking bitches raw cause now the ain't got no AIDS
Yeah, 2050 on these
Golddiggers you dry left hickeys on you niggas
I used to run around like you, run the town you
my red nose and clown like you
But it got old like White
rap shit real deep like Barry White
Reminiscing on the days I 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 bills

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

deeper 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
Since niggas dropping dimes than we fuckin'
We out the hood, get money like (?)
backboards just to get our weed stuffed in
The crack we cookin, we don't need
We need something to put in the of our kids
Instead of copping chains, lets fly to and dig
Go to Haiti and feed to the and breathe
On the way back, to my Sean from Belize, you know
Sometimes I feel like this rap is heaven sent
Then I get a high, feel it's irrelevant
So I'm about to pop the trunk like an
And campaign Wyclef while he run for president
I'm 'bout to pop the like an elephant
And campaign Wyclef while he run for president
Told you I was gonna this shit, Premo..