Luyện nghe bài hát Krippy Kush (Travis Scott Remix)

Me Onika
Wrist
rosa
Culo
(El Rvssian)

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

some room, ho, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty when I pull up we a fleet 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 talking 'bout the gangs though
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and though
Now I got 'em inches now
But I'll these bitches hanging like lynches now
Word play got 'em up they penses now
stick me for my flow like syringes now
Still closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them '88 now
With my plug, I him Poncho but I think 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
Yelling "¡viva Rico!", all my bitches es hermosa

Pero ahora estoy krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También kush, 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 fácil como en GTA
200 cajas 'e paper que pedí en
En PR ya es legal, yo la ley
como Snoop Dogg 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 llegan por
el paquete, next day vía express
Del traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo' al de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es
Sintéticas de esas que venden por 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 ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters 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 never wrote (facts)
Pretty face, ass fat, I'm tryna poke (yah, yah)
Yeah, back it up baby, let me see you (21)
Yeah, codeine on my Gucci shirt (on my shirt)
Yeah, lotta racks and the krispy (the krispy)
And she throw ass back like a frisbee (on God)
Uh-huh, I'm smoking krippy (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up with the whole bush (the bush)
I might pass her to the team she old news (she old news)
Tryna make a hundred M's using Pro
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 these VVS's (21), make you (21, 21, 21)

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