Luyện nghe bài hát Krippy Kush (Travis Scott Remix)

Me Onika
Wrist
Pelo
gordo
(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
las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
To'a las babys kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las putas kush... (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

some room, ho, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty when I pull up we a fleet 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 talking the gangs though
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and though
Now I got 'em rocking now
But I'll leave these hanging like lynches now
Word play got 'em stepping up they now
stick me for my flow like syringes now
Still kicking closed off the hinges now
Shotgun and them '88 now
With my plug, I call him Poncho but I he wants that chocha
Put this pussy in his boca, my niggas take his coca
Now I'm balling like I'm 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' gansters krippy, 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 Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la
(Farru')
2 phillies, se queda

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 bichote y lo que 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 par de acres pa' sembrar

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

Call baby girl up, it's time to smoke (21)
I know you heard I'm Slaughter Gang, I something (yeah)
Off the head, yeah, I ain't wrote nothing (facts)
Pretty face, ass fat, I'm poke something (yah, yah)
Yeah, back it up baby, let me see you (21)
Yeah, spillin' codeine on my Gucci (on my shirt)
Yeah, whole lotta and the krispy (the krispy)
And she throw ass back like a frisbee (on God)
Uh-huh, I'm smoking 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 make a hundred M's Pro Tools
In a Maybach and I'm laid (21)
Put a bullet hole (yeah) in ya cap (on God)
You better pay me now (now), I don't cut (nah)
All these VVS's (21), make you (21, 21, 21)

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