Luyện nghe bài hát Krippy Kush (Travis Scott Remix)

Me llamo
FRIO
Pelo
Culo
(El Rvssian)

Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
To'a las quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las babys kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las putas kush... (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

some room, ho, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks when I pull up we a fleet
You ain't on my throne, ain't even a away
But thanks to Nicki, all new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain't talking 'bout the gangs
Had all these bitches pink hair and bangs though
Now I got 'em rocking now
But I'll leave bitches hanging like lynches now
Word got 'em stepping up they penses now
stick me for my flow like syringes now
Still closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them '88 now
With my plug, I call him Poncho but I think he wants chocha
Put this pussy in his boca, make my take his coca
Now I'm balling like I'm Sosa in a rosa
Yelling "¡viva Rico!", all my bitches es hermosa

Pero estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush,
Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
las putas quieren kush... (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

Aquí pasamos por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil en GTA
200 cajas 'e que pedí en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo la ley
Fumando como Snoop y Wiz Kha
Las gatas Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón el de la brisca
(Farru')
2 phillies, se bizca

Las yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Priority el paquete, day vía express
Del traqueo con el GPS
Y el se lo cobramo' al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baja a la movie, que pa' no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios, y acabo 'e par de acres pa' sembrar

ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
To'a las putas kush...

Call baby girl up, it's to smoke something' (21)
I you heard I'm Slaughter Gang, I smoke something (yeah)
Off the head, yeah, I ain't never wrote (facts)
Pretty face, ass fat, I'm poke something (yah, yah)
Yeah, it up baby, let me see you twerk (21)
Yeah, spillin' codeine on my Gucci (on my shirt)
Yeah, whole lotta racks and the (the krispy)
And she throw that ass back like a (on God)
Uh-huh, I'm smoking krippy (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up with the whole bush (the bush)
I might her to the team 'cause she old news (she old news)
Tryna make a hundred M's using Pro
In a and I'm laid back (21)
Put a bullet (yeah) in ya wave cap (on God)
You pay me now (now), I don't cut slack (nah)
All these VVS's (21), you upset (21, 21, 21)

Pero estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush,
Lo' maliantes krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush,
Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
To'a las putas kush...