Luyện nghe bài hát Krippy Kush (Travis Scott Remix)

Me llamo
FRIO
Pelo
gordo
(El Rvssian)

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

some room, ho, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks when I pull up we a fleet
You ain't on my throne, ain't even a seat
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 leave these bitches like lynches now
play got 'em stepping up they penses now
Still stick me for my flow like now
Still kicking doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them '88 now
With my plug, I call him Poncho but I think he wants chocha
Put this pussy in his boca, make my niggas take his
Now I'm balling I'm Sosa in a Lamborghini rosa
Yelling "¡viva Puerto Rico!", all my bitches es

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

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

Las libras yo las compro y por FedEx
Priority el paquete, day vía express
Del celular con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo' al de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los 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 pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las quieren kush...

Call baby up, it's time to smoke something' (21)
I know you I'm Slaughter Gang, I smoke something (yeah)
Off the head, yeah, I ain't never nothing (facts)
face, ass fat, I'm tryna poke something (yah, yah)
Yeah, it up baby, let me see you twerk (21)
Yeah, codeine on my Gucci shirt (on my shirt)
Yeah, whole racks and the krispy (the krispy)
And she throw that ass back like a (on God)
Uh-huh, I'm smoking kush (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up the whole bush (the whole bush)
I might her to the team 'cause she old news (she old news)
Tryna make a hundred M's using Pro
In a and I'm laid 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), you upset (21, 21, 21)

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