Luyện nghe bài hát Krippy Kush (Travis Scott Remix)

Me llamo
Wrist
rosa
Culo
(El Rvssian)

Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters 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 kush, 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 feet away
trucks when 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 talking 'bout the gangs though
Had all these bitches rocking hair and bangs though
Now I got 'em inches now
But I'll leave these bitches hanging like now
play got 'em stepping up they penses now
Still me for my flow like syringes now
Still closed doors off the hinges now
and them '88 Benzes now
With my plug, I call him Poncho but I think he wants that
Put this pussy in his boca, make my take his coca
Now I'm balling like I'm Sosa in a Lamborghini
"¡viva Puerto Rico!", all my bitches es hermosa

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

Las libras yo las y llegan 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
Sintéticas de que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le a la movie, que pa' acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios, y acabo 'e par de acres pa' sembrar

Pero ahora estoy krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush,
Lo' gansters quieren 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 never nothing (facts)
face, ass fat, I'm tryna poke something (yah, yah)
Yeah, back it up baby, let me see you (21)
Yeah, codeine on my Gucci shirt (on my shirt)
Yeah, whole racks and the krispy (the krispy)
And she that ass back like a frisbee (on God)
Uh-huh, I'm smoking krippy (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up with the whole (the whole bush)
I might pass her to the 'cause 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 better pay me now (now), I don't cut (nah)
All these VVS's (21), make you (21, 21, 21)

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