Luyện nghe bài hát Krippy Kush (Travis Scott Remix)

Me Onika
Wrist
Pelo
Culo
(El Rvssian)

Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
To'a las babys kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
To'a las quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' maliantes quieren 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!)

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

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

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

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

Pero ahora 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, time to smoke something' (21)
I you heard I'm Slaughter Gang, I smoke something (yeah)
Off the head, yeah, I ain't never nothing (facts)
face, ass fat, I'm tryna poke something (yah, yah)
Yeah, back it up baby, let me see you (21)
Yeah, codeine on my Gucci shirt (on my shirt)
Yeah, whole racks and the krispy (the krispy)
And she throw that ass back like a (on God)
Uh-huh, I'm smoking kush (krippy kush)
the backwoods up with the whole bush (the whole bush)
I might pass her to the team 'cause she old (she old news)
Tryna make a M's using Pro Tools
In a and I'm laid back (21)
Put a hole (yeah) in ya wave cap (on God)
You pay me now (now), I don't cut slack (nah)
All VVS's (21), make you upset (21, 21, 21)

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