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

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

1: Boogieman]
Fuck your boy get the pack gone
Can't keep up with the demand, get my trap on (my on)
Traffic and package no
My on the trill, they got nothing to thrill on
I with the night and the white, get my hell on
Don't leave too for my neighbors to tell on
I face-to-face and I'm cool on them cellphones
You say got you
For what, Your skill wrong
I here before
Ask the tall and the cell
can't 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 and came up in the mix
It's a bitch but we joined at the hip
And she on the strip, acrobatically fit
Automatically shift, back-to-back for fix
I'm a at this
For cabbage we grit, bitch

[Hook: & Big Scoob]
I'ma get it
Wet weed, a cane, grit retarded
Look who 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 pusher so I move it, it
Fuck with me, I get the gone

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

[Hook: & Big Scoob]
I'ma get it
Wet weed, a cane, game retarded
Look who does it the
A blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist
I it look 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

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

[Hook: & Big Scoob]
I'ma get it
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 so I move it, move it
Fuck me, I get the pack gone