Luyện nghe bài hát Krippy Kush (Travis Scott Remix)

Me llamo
Wrist
Pelo
Culo
(El Rvssian)

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

Make some room, ho, a hundred feet away
Fifty when I pull up we a fleet away
You ain't on my throne, ain't even a seat
But thanks to Nicki, all new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain't talking 'bout the though
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs
Now I got 'em rocking now
But I'll these bitches hanging like lynches now
Word play got 'em stepping up penses now
Still stick me for my flow like now
Still kicking doors off the hinges now
and them '88 Benzes now
With my plug, I him Poncho but I think he wants that chocha
Put this in his boca, make my niggas take his coca
Now I'm balling I'm Sosa in a Lamborghini rosa
"¡viva Puerto Rico!", all my bitches es hermosa

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

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

Las libras yo las compro y por FedEx
Priority el paquete, next day express
Del celular con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo al bobo 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 a frontear
Que somos millonarios, y 'e comprar par de acres pa' sembrar

ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las putas 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 ain't wrote 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 that ass back like a frisbee (on God)
Uh-huh, I'm smoking kush (krippy kush)
the backwoods up with the whole bush (the whole bush)
I might pass her to the 'cause 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 (yeah) in ya wave cap (on God)
You pay me now (now), I don't cut slack (nah)
All these VVS's (21), you upset (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 quieren kush, kush, kush, kush,
Lo' gansters krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las quieren kush...