Luyện nghe bài hát Krippy Kush (Travis Scott Remix)

Me llamo
FRIO
Pelo
gordo
(El Rvssian)

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

Make some room, ho, keep a hundred away
trucks when I pull 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 'bout the gangs
Had all these bitches pink hair and bangs though
Now I got 'em rocking now
But I'll leave bitches hanging 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
and them '88 Benzes now
With my plug, I call him but I think he wants that chocha
Put this pussy in his boca, my niggas take his coca
Now I'm balling like I'm Sosa in a Lamborghini
Yelling "¡viva Rico!", all my bitches es hermosa

Pero estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' quieren krippy, 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 '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 queda

Las libras yo las compro y por FedEx
Priority el paquete, next day vía
Del celular con el GPS
Y el se lo cobramo' al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que es regular
de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baja a la movie, que pa' no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios, y acabo 'e comprar par de pa' sembrar

Pero ahora estoy krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
las putas quieren kush...

Call baby girl up, time to smoke something' (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 poke something (yah, yah)
Yeah, back it up baby, let me see you (21)
Yeah, spillin' 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 up with the whole bush (the whole bush)
I pass her to the team 'cause she old news (she old news)
Tryna a hundred M's using Pro Tools
In a Maybach and I'm laid (21)
Put a bullet (yeah) in ya wave cap (on God)
You better pay me now (now), I don't cut (nah)
All VVS's (21), make you upset (21, 21, 21)

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