Luyện nghe bài hát #DopeFrancis (American Trap)

God is dope, a hundred
And Jesus is my connect,
God is dope, a hundred
And Muhammad my connect,

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

1]

F-I-A-S-C-O
me oh my
Ba-ba-baby, we die
by multiples and nines
So if it's nine and all, that shining ball, I'm all of combined
Crybaby, that miss, I'm balling all the time
What's the to all this crying?
I falling, I ain't 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 have it in the first
Might at the right block, if I'm paperless I might not direct
God is dope, my connect

2]
Speaking to that fire, preaching to that
Open up that C, is my supplier
Once it's lost, cut it soft, amazing I heard that
Double up this fishscale, maybe bring all of these birds

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

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

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