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

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

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

Las libras yo las compro y llegan por
Priority el paquete, day vía express
Del celular con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le a la movie, que pa' acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios, y acabo 'e comprar par de acres pa'

Pero ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush,
Lo' gansters 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 nothing (facts)
Pretty face, ass fat, I'm tryna poke (yah, yah)
Yeah, back it up baby, let me see you (21)
Yeah, spillin' codeine on my shirt (on my shirt)
Yeah, whole lotta racks and the (the krispy)
And she throw that ass like a frisbee (on God)
Uh-huh, I'm krippy kush (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up with the whole (the whole bush)
I might pass her to the team 'cause she old (she old news)
Tryna make a 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 estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush,
Lo' maliantes krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
To'a las quieren kush...