Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

I was born in the crosshairs a pot to piss in
Where niggas get smoked their Jordans and their Pippens
Welcome to California, nah, it cold as New York
But is a bitch out here: word to Too Short
Wack as a shooter so we him Tony Kukoc
Gang banging had us addicted it was Newports
Whoever thought it would spread like petroleum
Now BP got us praying to them holy men
had a daughter homie, named her Katrina
If I raise her right, maybe she can take over FEMA
Spike Lee in New Orleans documentaries
And still in Cali eating off The Documentary
Take em to the symmetry I the cemetery
Where everybody boxed in: Refrigerator

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

So what's on with you faggots?
And what you gonna do when your swag no matters?
And your bitch ain't the baddest 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 ain't got no AIDS
Yeah, 2050 on niggas
Golddiggers sucked you dry left hickeys on you
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 real deep like Barry White
Reminiscing on the days I used to white
Walking though them Crip hoods in the Cherry
Now I live a married life, walking in the house, to them meals
Joint American Express accounts and less bills

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

Shit deeper than The band
drumming, ?uestlove in the coupe fam
Riding Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers
Born by the jungle so I with gorillas
Since niggas dropping dimes than we fuckin'
We out the hood, get money like (?)
Splitting backboards to get our weed stuffed in
The crack we cookin, we don't ovens
We something to put in the mouth 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 from Belize, you
Sometimes I like this rap shit is heaven sent
Then I get a high, feel it's irrelevant
So I'm to pop the trunk 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..