Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

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

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

So what's on with you faggots?
And what you do when 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 running around like they was age
Fucking bitches raw cause now the ain't got no AIDS
Yeah, on these niggas
Golddiggers you dry left hickeys on you niggas
I to run around like you, run the town like you
my red nose and clown like you
But it got old Betty White
This rap real deep like Barry White
on the days I used to carry white
Walking though 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 less dollar

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

Shit deeper than The band
15's drumming, in the coupe fam
Riding through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the
Born by the jungle so I came with
Since niggas dropping more dimes than we
We out the hood, tryna get like (?)
Splitting backboards 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 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 feel like this rap is heaven sent
Then I get a high, feel like it's
So I'm about to pop the like an elephant
And campaign with Wyclef while he run for
I'm 'bout to pop the like an elephant
And campaign Wyclef while he run for president
Told you I was kill this shit, Premo..