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 year run nigga. Hey Shaw these niggas playing with it, we show these niggas who the best

Heard the streets is to them bitches I'm listening
Y'all gon' make me whip a mil up wit my wrist and shit
Shawty got the beat banging Snow back on his Snow shit
The way I feel nigga I might up my old bitch
Lexus coupe eye I was paying 24
at the car wash cross from the store
That was off of Candler in South DeKalb mall
when me and Shawty hit up Ts and had a damn ball
About the I bought the coupe just to hang up out the roof
Drop them halves and wholes on Madden and I and block that boy the truth
Then I picked that Bentley up cause frankly I give a fuck
Snow pursue that shit, you name is hot, you blowing up
Nigga Pump hit me up, a young nigga a background
(?) call me the bad boy
They was in them Breitlings but your boy was in that
Who else gon' talk them chickens he working at Chipotle

If you're really bout your issues, three in the air
If you got your pistol ya, three fingers in the air
If you ride foreign, three fingers in the air
If you get paper you touring, three fingers in the air
All my real bitches, three in the air
affiliate with snitches, three fingers in the air
My young niggas riding leather, fingers in the air
(?) fingers in the air

Bitch I paid dues, fees and drivers
Had the rims so long I had to buy XL
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 mil? Bitch y'all know it was 3
Riding green Murcielago, know that was me
I done had so Lambs' that I'm Lambo'd out
I'ma have to buy a I done already had
See I wear my to my first meeting with Def Jam
in and told LA Reid "you see it"
Bald head, top down on Collins, I'm
They never found my on the rocks, I'm tube sockin'

If you're really bout your issues, 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 paper like you touring, fingers in the air
All my real bitches, three in the air
Don't affiliate snitches, three fingers in the air
My young niggas riding leather, three in the air
(?) fingers in the air

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