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

[Hook: Boogieman & Big
I'ma get it
Wet weed, a cane, grit retarded
Look who does it the
A cold blood hustler, nigga, a artist
I make it look good I do it
I ain't sleepin' I 'bout done
I'm a so I move 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 the night and the white, get my hell on
Don't leave too for my neighbors to tell on
I meet and I'm cool on them cellphones
You say got you
For what, bitch? Your wrong
I here before
Ask the tall and the wrong
They can't tell me shit, no talking, the bell home
I what it is, I signed up for this shit
I'm equipped with the and came up in the mix
It's a bitch but we joined at the hip
And she stay on the strip, fit
Automatically shift, for that fix
I'm a savage at
For that cabbage we grit,

[Hook: Boogieman & Big
get it regardless
Wet weed, a cane, game retarded
Look who it the hardest
A cold 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 boots with my on
She ask who I'm with I Just me and 9's own
Crooked's main field, I'm your pusher
I'm Scarface when you with my sister
I wake up early morning to hit the cook up
Then post up on the 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 fault you it
Got serves, I'm gon swerve, might hit the block when I come back
If you give me 'bout a nine dog I pull up that get back
Don't fuck these rappers, I look up to street guys
Fuck all your features, blood, I got street ties
If it make money, then you know I that
Big Fella gotta get a job, look here, nigga, that

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 it look good when I do it
I ain't sleepin' I 'bout done
I'm a pusher so I it, move it
with me, I get the pack gone

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

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