Luyện nghe bài hát Krippy Kush (Travis Scott Remix)

Me llamo
FRIO
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
To'a las quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' maliantes krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las 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, 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 pink hair and bangs though
Now I got 'em inches now
But I'll leave these hanging like lynches now
Word play got 'em stepping up penses now
Still stick me for my like syringes now
kicking 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 balling like I'm Sosa in a rosa
Yelling "¡viva Puerto Rico!", all my 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!)

Aquí pasamos 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
como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la
(Farru')
2 phillies, se bizca

Las libras yo las compro y llegan por
el paquete, next day vía 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 acabo 'e comprar par de acres pa'

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...

Call baby girl up, it's to smoke something' (21)
I know you heard I'm Slaughter Gang, I 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, whole lotta and the krispy (the krispy)
And she throw ass back like a frisbee (on God)
Uh-huh, I'm krippy kush (krippy kush)
Fill the up with the whole bush (the whole bush)
I might pass her to the team she old news (she old news)
Tryna make a M's using Pro Tools
In a and I'm laid back (21)
Put a hole (yeah) in ya wave cap (on God)
You pay me now (now), I don't cut slack (nah)
All VVS's (21), make you upset (21, 21, 21)

Pero estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
las putas quieren kush...