Luyện nghe bài hát Krippy Kush (Travis Scott Remix)

Me llamo
FRIO
Pelo
Culo
(El Rvssian)

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

Pero ahora pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos 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 montan fácil en GTA
200 'e paper que pedí en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo la ley
Fumando como Snoop y Wiz Kha
Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren
Prendí un como el de la brisca
(Farru')
2 phillies, se queda

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

Pero estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush,
Lo' quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
las putas quieren kush...

Call baby girl up, it's time to smoke (21)
I know you I'm Slaughter Gang, I smoke 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' on my Gucci shirt (on my shirt)
Yeah, lotta racks and the krispy (the krispy)
And she that ass back like a frisbee (on God)
Uh-huh, I'm smoking kush (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up the whole bush (the whole bush)
I might pass her to the team she old news (she old news)
Tryna make a hundred M's Pro Tools
In a Maybach and I'm back (21)
Put a bullet hole (yeah) in ya cap (on God)
You pay me now (now), I don't cut slack (nah)
All these VVS's (21), make you (21, 21, 21)

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