Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

I was born in the crosshairs a pot to piss in
Where niggas get over their Jordans and their Pippens
Welcome to California, nah, it 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 it was Newports
thought that it would spread like petroleum
Now BP connect got us praying to them men
Just had a daughter homie, named her
If I raise her right, then she can take over FEMA
Lee in New Orleans shooting documentaries
And Game still in Cali eating off The
em to the symmetry I mean the cemetery
Where everybody boxed in: Refrigerator

And everybody 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 everybody little fuck up, they blame it on
Cause he's just like 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 on with you faggots?
And what you gonna do when your swag no matters?
And bitch ain't the baddest cause she in her mid-40s
And Phantom played out so you hating on the shorties
Cause running around like they was your age
Fucking bitches raw cause now the world ain't got no
Yeah, 2050 on these
sucked you dry left hickeys on you niggas
I used to run around like you, run the like you
my red nose and clown like you
But it got old like Betty
This rap shit deep like Barry White
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 home-cooked meals
Joint American Express accounts and dollar bills

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

Shit than The Roots band
drumming, ?uestlove in the coupe fam
Riding Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers
Born by the jungle so I came with
Since dropping more dimes than we fuckin'
We out the hood, tryna get money (?)
Splitting backboards to get our weed stuffed in
The we cookin, we don't need ovens
We need something to put in the of our kids
of copping 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 this rap is heaven sent
Then I get a high, feel it's irrelevant
So I'm about to pop the like an elephant
And campaign Wyclef while he run for president
I'm to pop the trunk like an elephant
And with Wyclef while he run for president
Told you I was gonna this shit, Premo..