Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

I was born in the without a pot to piss in
Where get smoked over their Jordans and their 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 him Tony Kukoc
Gang banging had us addicted like it was
thought that it would spread like petroleum
Now BP connect got us praying to holy men
Just had a daughter homie, named her
If I raise her right, then maybe she can over FEMA
Spike Lee in New Orleans documentaries
And still in Cali eating off The Documentary
em to the symmetry I mean the cemetery
Where boxed in: Refrigerator Perry

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

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

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

Shit deeper than The band
15's drumming, ?uestlove in the fam
Riding through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the
Born by the jungle so I came with
niggas dropping more dimes than we fuckin'
We out the hood, tryna get like (?)
Splitting backboards just to get our stuffed in
The crack we cookin, we don't need
We need to put in the mouth of our kids
Instead of chains, lets fly to Chile and dig
Go to Haiti and feed to the and breathe
On the way back, to my nigga Sean from Belize, you
Sometimes I like this 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 Wyclef while he run for president
I'm 'bout to pop the like an elephant
And with Wyclef while he run for president
Told you I was gonna this shit, Premo..