Luyện nghe bài hát Krippy Kush (Travis Scott Remix)

Me llamo
FRIO
Pelo
Culo
(El Rvssian)

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

Make some room, ho, keep a hundred away
Fifty when I pull up we a fleet away
You ain't on my throne, even a seat away
But to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I talking 'bout the gangs though
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs
Now I got 'em inches now
But I'll these bitches hanging like lynches now
Word play got 'em stepping up they now
Still stick me for my flow like 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 pussy in his boca, make my niggas take his coca
Now I'm balling 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
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 pedí en
En PR ya es legal, yo la ley
Fumando Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón el de la brisca
(Farru')
2 phillies, se queda

Las libras yo las y llegan por FedEx
el paquete, next day vía express
Del traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo' al de tu ex
Que tiene un de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baja a la movie, que pa' acá no venga a
Que millonarios, y acabo 'e comprar par de acres pa' sembrar

Pero estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
las putas quieren 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 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 racks and the (the krispy)
And she throw that ass back a frisbee (on God)
Uh-huh, I'm krippy kush (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 a hundred M's using Pro Tools
In a Maybach and I'm laid (21)
Put a bullet (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)

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