Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

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

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

So going on with you faggots?
And what you gonna do your swag no longer matters?
And your bitch ain't the baddest cause she in her
And your Phantom out so you hating on the shorties
they running around like they was your age
Fucking bitches raw cause now the world ain't got no
Yeah, 2050 on niggas
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 real deep like White
on the days I used to carry white
Walking though them Crip hoods in the Cherry
Now I live a life, walking in the house, to them home-cooked meals
Joint Express accounts and less dollar bills

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

Shit than The Roots band
15's drumming, in the coupe 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, get money like (?)
Splitting backboards just to get our stuffed in
The we cookin, we don't need ovens
We need something to put in the mouth of our
of copping chains, lets fly to Chile 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 rap shit is heaven sent
Then I get a high, feel it's irrelevant
So I'm about to pop the trunk like an
And campaign with Wyclef while he run for
I'm 'bout to pop the trunk like an
And campaign with while he run for president
Told you I was gonna this shit, Premo..