Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

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

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

So what's going on with you
And what you gonna do when swag no longer matters?
And your bitch ain't the baddest she in her mid-40s
And your Phantom played out so you hating on the
Cause they around like they was your age
Fucking bitches raw cause now the ain't got no AIDS
Yeah, on these niggas
Golddiggers sucked you dry hickeys on you niggas
I used to run around like you, run the town 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 less bills

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

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