Luyện nghe bài hát In the Air

Trey, woah-woah. Yeah, yeah, hey y'all know y'all done fucked up right? So this the type of shit to help a nigga when a nigga need the trap to go up nigga. Y'all playing with dope come back and do this shit again. Y'all know this gon' be another 20 run nigga. Hey Shaw these niggas playing with it, we gotta show these niggas who the best

Heard the streets is talking to bitches I'm listening
Y'all gon' me whip a quarter mil up wit my wrist and shit
Shawty Redd got the beat banging back on his Snow shit
The way I feel nigga I call up my old bitch
Lexus coupe eye I was paying 24
Transaction at the car cross from the store
That was off of Candler Road in South DeKalb
Back me and Shawty hit up Ts and had a damn ball
About the time I bought the coupe just to hang up out the
Drop them and wholes on Madden and I duck and block that boy the truth
Then I picked that Bentley up frankly I ain't give a fuck
Snow pursue that rapping shit, you is hot, you blowing up
Nigga Pump hit me up, a young signed a background
Cause (?) me the bad boy
They was in them but your boy was in that Rollie
Who else gon' talk them chickens like he at Chipotle

If you're bout your issues, three fingers in the air
If you got your pistol ya, three fingers in the air
If you really ride foreign, fingers in the air
If you get like you touring, three fingers in the air
All my bitches, three fingers in the air
Don't affiliate with snitches, three in the air
My young niggas riding leather, fingers in the air
(?) three in the air

I paid dues, lawyer fees and drivers
Had the so long I had to buy XL tires
Got popped in jack town was a off the rap
My Boo Rossini had to come and bail me out
What if they find two Bitch y'all know that it was 3
Riding green Murcielago, y'all know was me
I done had so many Lambs' I'm Lambo'd out
have to buy a Cutlass I done already had
See I wear my Jacob to my first meeting Def Jam
Walked in and told LA "you see it"
Bald head, top down on Collins, I'm
They never my prints on the rocks, I'm tube sockin'

If you're really your issues, three fingers in the air
If you got your pistol with ya, fingers in the air
If you ride foreign, three fingers in the air
If you get like you touring, three fingers in the air
All my real bitches, fingers in the air
Don't affiliate snitches, three fingers in the air
My young riding leather, three fingers in the air
(?) fingers in the air

This watered down shit I hearing on the radio nigga. We going back to the streets nigga, the radio is the streets nigga. Hey y'all know y'all done fucked up right? Trey