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

[Hook: Boogieman & Big
I'ma get it
Wet weed, a cane, game retarded
who does it the hardest
A cold blood hustler, nigga, a artist
I make it look when I do it
I ain't 'till I 'bout done
I'm a pusher so I it, move it
with me, I get the pack gone

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

Boogieman & Big Scoob]
I'ma get it
Wet weed, a cane, grit game
who does it the hardest
A blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist
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 with me, I get the pack

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

[Hook: & Big Scoob]
get it regardless
Wet weed, a cane, game retarded
Look who it the hardest
A blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist
I make it look when I do it
I ain't sleepin' I 'bout done
I'm a pusher so I move it, it
Fuck with me, I get the pack

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

[Hook: & Big Scoob]
I'ma get it
Wet weed, a cane, grit game
who does it the hardest
A cold blood hustler, nigga, a artist
I make it look good I do it
I ain't 'till I 'bout done
I'm a so I move it, move it
with me, I get the pack gone