Luyện nghe bài hát Krippy Kush (Travis Scott Remix)

Me llamo
FRIO
Pelo
gordo
(El Rvssian)

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

Make some room, ho, keep a feet away
Fifty trucks 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 'bout the gangs though
Had all bitches rocking pink hair and bangs though
Now I got 'em inches now
But I'll leave these bitches hanging lynches now
Word got 'em stepping up they penses now
stick me for my flow like syringes now
Still closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them '88 now
my plug, I call him Poncho but I think he wants that chocha
Put this pussy in his boca, make my take his coca
Now I'm like I'm Sosa in a Lamborghini rosa
Yelling "¡viva Puerto Rico!", all my bitches es

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

Aquí pasamos por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil en GTA
200 cajas 'e paper que en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo la ley
Fumando como Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón el de la brisca
(Farru')
2 phillies, se queda

Las yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
el paquete, next 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 fuma es
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos
Que le baja a la movie, que pa' acá no venga a
Que somos millonarios, y acabo 'e comprar par de pa' sembrar

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

Call baby girl up, it's to smoke something' (21)
I know you heard I'm Gang, I smoke something (yeah)
Off the head, yeah, I never wrote nothing (facts)
Pretty face, ass fat, I'm tryna something (yah, yah)
Yeah, it up baby, let me see you twerk (21)
Yeah, spillin' codeine on my shirt (on my shirt)
Yeah, whole racks and the krispy (the krispy)
And she throw that ass back a frisbee (on God)
Uh-huh, I'm smoking krippy (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up with the bush (the whole bush)
I might pass her to the team 'cause she old (she old news)
Tryna make a M's using Pro Tools
In a Maybach and I'm laid (21)
Put a hole (yeah) in ya wave cap (on God)
You better pay me now (now), I cut slack (nah)
All these VVS's (21), make you (21, 21, 21)

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