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 ain't as New York
But life is a bitch out here: to Too Short
Wack as a shooter so we called him Kukoc
Gang banging had us like it was Newports
Whoever thought that it would like petroleum
Now BP connect got us praying to holy men
Just had a homie, named her Katrina
If I raise her right, maybe she can take over FEMA
Lee in New Orleans shooting documentaries
And Game still in eating off The Documentary
Take em to the symmetry I mean the
Where everybody in: Refrigerator Perry

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

So what's going on with you
And what you do when your swag no longer matters?
And your bitch the baddest cause she in her mid-40s
And your Phantom out so you hating on the shorties
Cause they running around they was your 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 used to run like you, run the town like you
Walk my red and clown like you
But it got old like Betty
This rap shit real deep like White
Reminiscing on the days I to carry white
Walking though them Crip hoods in the Nikes
Now I live a married life, walking in the house, to home-cooked meals
Joint American accounts and less dollar bills

Niggas still got their hands out, for a stack
like Goodie Mob, I was born in the Trap
Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a
But just Luda, I was born in the Trap
Niggas still got 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 The Roots band
15's drumming, in the coupe fam
Riding 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 something to put in the of our kids
Instead of copping chains, lets fly to and dig
Go to Haiti and feed to the and breathe
On the way back, to my Sean from Belize, you know
I feel like this rap shit is heaven sent
Then I get a high, feel like irrelevant
So I'm to pop the trunk like an elephant
And campaign with Wyclef he run for president
I'm 'bout to pop the trunk an elephant
And with Wyclef while he run for president
Told you I was gonna this shit, Premo..