Luyện nghe bài hát T.R.A.P. (Pack Gone)

[Hook: Boogieman & Big
get it regardless
Wet weed, a cane, grit retarded
who does it the hardest
A cold blood hustler, nigga, a grind
I make it good when I do it
I ain't sleepin' 'till I done
I'm a pusher so I move it, it
Fuck me, I get the pack gone

[Verse 1:
Fuck with your boy get the pack
Can't up with the demand, get my trap on (my trap on)
Traffic and no melon
My chrome's on the trill, got nothing to thrill on
I move the night and the white, get my hell on
Don't leave too much for my neighbors to on
I face-to-face meet and I'm cool on them
You say got you
For what, bitch? Your wrong
I here before
Ask the tall and the wrong
They tell me shit, ain't no talking, the bell home
I what it is, I signed up for this shit
I'm equipped with the gift and up in the mix
a bull-headed bitch but we joined at the hip
And she stay on the strip, fit
shift, back-to-back for that fix
I'm a at this
For that cabbage we grit,

Boogieman & Big Scoob]
I'ma get it
Wet weed, a cane, game retarded
Look who it the hardest
A blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist
I make it good when I do it
I sleepin' 'till I 'bout done
I'm a so I move it, move it
Fuck me, I get the pack gone

2: Big Scoob]
Fuck with your boy, get the gone
If you need me quick, hit me up on that phone
Before I leave, I my boots with my strap on
She ask who I'm I said Just me and 9's own
Crooked's main field, I'm neighborhood pusher
I'm Scarface you fucking with my sister
I wake up early morning to hit the cook up
Then post up on the block and tell 'em all I got the
The way I move shit, I can't it, I'm gifted
I called you, didn't pick up, it's your fault you it
Got more serves, I'm gon swerve, might hit the when I come back
If you give me 'bout a nine dog I pull up that get back
fuck with these rappers, I look up to street guys
Fuck all your features, blood, I got real ties
If it make money, then you I touched that
Big Fella gotta get a job, here, nigga, fuck that

[Hook: Boogieman & Big
I'ma get it
Wet weed, a cane, grit retarded
Look who it the hardest
A cold blood hustler, nigga, a grind
I make it look good I do it
I ain't sleepin' 'till I 'bout
I'm a pusher so I it, move it
Fuck me, I get the pack gone

[Verse 3:
addict, come back at it with bad habits
Gotta it in hard plastic before you blast it
Problematic, I'm hog-hatted and acted
And before I was rappin' I made bag happen
For homies, they all me, ain't nothing phony
I be all on my lonely there's macaroni
I be all on my I got that pack up on me
The track running [?] and watch you holy
West nigga, a fresh nigga best buds
I pressed and blessed niggas who spread love
They ain't knowing what this game really 'bout
up another check, never running out
Jack city, mac with me, we moving quickly
About a hundred-and-fifty I'm try'na a city
artists, the hardest who try'na move with me
Cause I'ma get it regardless, it ain't no biggie

Boogieman & Big Scoob]
I'ma get it
Wet weed, a cane, grit game
Look who does it the
A blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist
I it look good when I do it
I ain't sleepin' 'till I 'bout
I'm a pusher so I move it, it
with me, I get the pack gone