Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

I was in the crosshairs without a pot to piss in
Where niggas get smoked over their and their 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 called him Kukoc
banging had us addicted like it was Newports
Whoever that it would spread like petroleum
Now BP connect got us to them holy men
had a daughter homie, named her Katrina
If I her right, then maybe she can take over FEMA
Spike Lee in New Orleans shooting
And Game in Cali eating off The Documentary
em to the symmetry I mean the cemetery
Where everybody in: Refrigerator Perry

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

So what's going on with you
And what you gonna do your swag no longer matters?
And your ain't the baddest cause she in her mid-40s
And your Phantom played out so you on the shorties
Cause running around like they was your age
Fucking raw cause now the world 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
Walk my red nose and clown you
But it got old Betty White
This rap shit real deep like White
on the days I used to carry white
Walking them Crip hoods in the Cherry Nikes
Now I live a married life, walking in the house, to them meals
Joint American Express accounts and less dollar

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

Shit deeper than The Roots
15's drumming, in the coupe fam
Riding through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the
Born by the so I came with gorillas
Since niggas dropping more dimes than we
We out the hood, tryna get money (?)
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 copping chains, fly to Chile and dig
Go to Haiti and feed to the Bahamas and
On the way back, to my nigga Sean from Belize, you
Sometimes I feel this rap shit is heaven sent
Then I get a high, like it's irrelevant
So I'm about to pop the trunk an elephant
And with Wyclef while he run for president
I'm 'bout to pop the trunk an elephant
And campaign with Wyclef he run for president
Told you I was kill this shit, Premo..