Luyện nghe bài hát Krippy Kush (Travis Scott Remix)

Me Onika
Wrist
Pelo
Culo
(El Rvssian)

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

Make some room, ho, keep a hundred feet
Fifty trucks when I up we a fleet away
You ain't on my throne, ain't even a away
But thanks to Nicki, all new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain't talking 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
play got 'em stepping up they penses now
Still stick me for my flow like now
Still kicking closed doors off the now
Shotgun and '88 Benzes now
With my plug, I call him Poncho but I think he wants chocha
Put this pussy in his boca, make my niggas his coca
Now I'm balling I'm Sosa in a Lamborghini rosa
"¡viva Puerto 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
To'a las quieren kush... (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

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

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

Pero estoy pal' krippy, 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 heard I'm Slaughter Gang, I smoke (yeah)
Off the head, yeah, I ain't never nothing (facts)
Pretty face, ass fat, I'm tryna poke (yah, yah)
Yeah, it up baby, let me see you twerk (21)
Yeah, spillin' codeine on my shirt (on my shirt)
Yeah, lotta racks and the krispy (the krispy)
And she throw that ass back a frisbee (on God)
Uh-huh, I'm smoking krippy (krippy kush)
the backwoods up with the whole bush (the whole bush)
I pass her to the team 'cause she old news (she old news)
Tryna make a M's using Pro Tools
In a Maybach and I'm back (21)
Put a hole (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 estoy krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
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 quieren kush...