Luyện nghe bài hát Krippy Kush (Travis Scott Remix)

Me Onika
FRIO
Pelo
gordo
(El Rvssian)

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

Make some room, ho, a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks when I pull up we a fleet
You ain't on my throne, ain't a seat away
But thanks to Nicki, all new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain't 'bout the gangs though
Had all bitches rocking pink hair and bangs though
Now I got 'em rocking now
But I'll leave these bitches hanging like now
Word play got 'em stepping up they now
Still 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 that
Put this pussy in his boca, make my niggas take his
Now I'm balling I'm Sosa in a Lamborghini rosa
Yelling "¡viva Puerto Rico!", all my bitches es

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

Aquí moñas por el TSA
Las putas se fácil 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 quieren Kush, no Friska
Prendí un como el de la brisca
(Farru')
2 phillies, se queda

Las libras yo las y llegan por FedEx
Priority el paquete, next day vía
Del celular con el GPS
Y el se lo cobramo' al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los 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 estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
las putas quieren kush...

Call baby girl up, it's time to smoke (21)
I know you heard I'm Slaughter Gang, I smoke (yeah)
Off the head, yeah, I ain't never wrote (facts)
face, ass fat, I'm tryna poke something (yah, yah)
Yeah, back it up baby, let me see you (21)
Yeah, spillin' codeine on my Gucci (on my shirt)
Yeah, lotta racks 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 up with the whole bush (the whole bush)
I might her to the team 'cause she old news (she old news)
make a hundred M's using Pro Tools
In a and I'm laid back (21)
Put a bullet (yeah) in ya wave cap (on God)
You better pay me now (now), I don't cut (nah)
All these VVS's (21), you upset (21, 21, 21)

Pero ahora pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' maliantes krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las babys kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las quieren kush...