Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

I was born in the crosshairs a pot to piss in
Where niggas get smoked over their Jordans and Pippens
to California, nah, it ain't cold as New York
But life is a bitch out word to Too Short
Wack as a shooter so we him Tony Kukoc
Gang had us addicted like it was Newports
Whoever thought it would spread like petroleum
Now BP connect got us praying to them men
Just had a daughter homie, her Katrina
If I raise her right, then maybe she can over FEMA
Spike Lee in New Orleans shooting
And Game still in Cali eating off The
Take em to the symmetry I mean the
everybody boxed in: Refrigerator Perry

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

So what's going on you faggots?
And what you gonna do when your no longer matters?
And your bitch the baddest cause she in her mid-40s
And your Phantom played out so you hating on the
Cause they running around like they was age
Fucking bitches raw cause now the ain't got no AIDS
Yeah, 2050 on niggas
Golddiggers sucked you dry left on you niggas
I to run around like you, run the town like you
Walk my red nose and like you
But it got old like White
This rap shit deep like Barry White
Reminiscing on the days I used to carry
Walking though them Crip hoods in the Nikes
Now I a married life, walking in the house, to them home-cooked meals
Joint American Express accounts and less bills

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

Shit deeper than The Roots
15's drumming, in the coupe fam
through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers
Born by the so I came with gorillas
Since niggas dropping more dimes than we
We out the hood, tryna get money (?)
backboards just to get our weed stuffed in
The crack we cookin, we need ovens
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 Sean from Belize, you know
Sometimes I feel like this rap shit is heaven
Then I get a high, feel like it's
So I'm about to pop the trunk an elephant
And with 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 kill shit, Premo..