Luyện nghe bài hát Krippy Kush (Travis Scott Remix)

Me llamo
Wrist
Pelo
gordo
(El Rvssian)

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

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

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

Aquí moñas por el TSA
Las putas se fácil como en GTA
200 cajas 'e paper que en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo la ley
Fumando como Dogg 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
el paquete, next day vía express
Del traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le a la movie, que pa' acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios, y acabo 'e comprar par de pa' sembrar

Pero ahora pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos 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 never wrote nothing (facts)
Pretty face, ass fat, I'm tryna poke (yah, yah)
Yeah, back it up baby, let me see you (21)
Yeah, spillin' on my Gucci shirt (on my shirt)
Yeah, whole lotta and the krispy (the krispy)
And she throw that ass like a frisbee (on God)
Uh-huh, I'm krippy kush (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up with the whole bush (the bush)
I might pass her to the 'cause she old news (she old news)
Tryna a hundred M's using Pro Tools
In a and I'm laid back (21)
Put a hole (yeah) in ya wave cap (on God)
You better pay me now (now), I cut slack (nah)
All VVS's (21), make you upset (21, 21, 21)

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