Luyện nghe bài hát #DopeFrancis (American Trap)

God is dope, a hundred
And Jesus is my connect,
God is dope, a bricks
And my connect, mane

I got these, I got these, I got
If I rip it, nigga, I ain't coming
I be stunting, but you where I'm at
I leave, I push some American
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap,
American
Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap

1]

F-I-A-S-C-O
me oh my
Ba-ba-baby, we die
Live by multiples and
So if it's nine and all, shining ball, I'm all of y'all combined
Crybaby, never miss, I'm balling all the time
What's the to all this crying?
I ain't falling, I hurt
But the man upstairs just sent me a bunch of
Cut it in the studio rap it in a verse
So low so popo, man, I catch it in the search
But I'm stupid, I'm so smart, I ain't it in the first
Might stop at the block, if I'm paperless I might not direct
God is dope, my connect

2]
Speaking to that fire, preaching to choir
Open up that C, G-O-D is my
Once it's lost, cut it soft, amazing when I heard
Double up this fishscale, maybe all of these birds back

Birds are determinant to enjoy all this weather
Never say never, said it so won't happen ever
Ever so clever, yes sir, I get more close than
He cold, he cold, he cold, that's just means I'm better
Ego, ego, ego -- three birds are those three
Stop it, I'm trying to find a prophet
I'm trying to align my pockets
With those fine designer wallets full off
Cheesus - like a full of [?]
-- I pulpit like a Michael Vick
Bless - God is dope, Muhammad my

God is dope, a bricks
God is dope, a bricks

3]
O-V-E-R-D-O-S-E I does
Noah got a that got shit from up above
Gotta pick a because they fight a war on drugs
Well, you can tell 'em cartel I'm riding with my blood
Riding dirty, it bible study
And I pray you them pigs up out my way
Because we eating like Ramadan in the
So re-up like five times a day
And is like the keys to the kingdom
And the yayo for the halo, got my triple leanin'
And an M3 with a trunk full of everybody fiendin'
And my rearview mirror cool, I see no daredevils or
So God is dope, I'm
David with the bricks, I'm
Trying to make me miss, atheist
God is dope, serving it's '86