Luyện nghe bài hát In The Air [Explicit]

Trey, woah-woah. Yeah, yeah, hey y'all know y'all done fucked up right? So this the type of shit to 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 gotta show these niggas who the best

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

If you're bout your issues, three fingers in the air
If you got your with ya, three fingers in the air
If you really ride foreign, three in the air
If you get paper like you touring, three 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, lawyer fees and
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
if they find two mil? Bitch y'all know that it was 3
Riding green Murcielago, know that was me
I had so many Lambs' that I'm Lambo'd out
have to buy a Cutlass I done already had
See I my Jacob to my first meeting with Def Jam
Walked in and told LA "you see it"
Bald head, top down on Collins, I'm
never found 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, three 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 with snitches, three in the air
My young riding leather, three fingers 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 know y'all done fucked up Trey