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

[Hook: & Big Scoob]
I'ma get it
Wet weed, a cane, game retarded
Look who does it the
A cold blood hustler, nigga, a 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
Fuck with me, I get the pack

1: Boogieman]
Fuck with your boy get the gone
Can't keep up with the demand, get my on (my trap on)
Traffic and no melon
My chrome's on the trill, got nothing to thrill on
I move with the night and the white, get my on
Don't too much for my neighbors to tell on
I face-to-face and I'm cool on them cellphones
You say got you
For what, bitch? skill wrong
I here before
Ask the and the cell wrong
They can't tell me shit, ain't no talking, the bell
I what it is, I signed 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, for that fix
I'm a at this
For cabbage we grit, bitch

[Hook: Boogieman & Big
I'ma get it
Wet weed, a cane, game retarded
Look who it the hardest
A cold hustler, nigga, a grind artist
I it look good when 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

[Verse 2: Big
Fuck with your boy, get the gone
If you me quick, hit me up on that trap phone
I leave, I lace my boots with my strap on
She ask who I'm I said Just me and 9's own
main field, I'm your neighborhood pusher
I'm Scarface when you fucking with my
I wake up early just to hit the cook up
Then post up on the block and 'em all I got the hook-up
The way I move shit, I can't help it, I'm
I called you, didn't pick up, it's fault you missed 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 with that get
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 know I that
Big Fella get a job, look here, nigga, fuck that

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

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

[Hook: & Big Scoob]
get it regardless
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' 'till I done
I'm a pusher so I move it, it
Fuck with me, I get the pack