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 artist
I make it good when I do it
I sleepin' 'till I 'bout done
I'm a pusher so I move it, it
Fuck with me, I get the gone

1: Boogieman]
Fuck with your boy get the gone
keep up with the demand, get my trap on (my trap on)
Traffic and package no
My chrome's on the trill, they got to thrill on
I move with the and the white, get my hell on
Don't leave too for my neighbors to tell on
I face-to-face meet and I'm cool on cellphones
You say got you
For what, bitch? skill wrong
I been before
Ask the and the cell wrong
They can't tell me shit, ain't no talking, the bell
I know what it is, I signed up for this
I'm equipped with the and came up in the mix
a bull-headed bitch but we joined at the hip
And she on the strip, acrobatically fit
shift, back-to-back for that fix
I'm a at this
For that we grit, bitch

Boogieman & Big Scoob]
I'ma get it
Wet weed, a cane, game retarded
Look who does it the
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 so I move it, move it
Fuck with me, I get the gone

2: Big Scoob]
Fuck your boy, get the pack 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 with I said me and 9's own
Crooked's main field, I'm your pusher
I'm Scarface when you fucking with my
I wake up early morning just to hit the up
Then post up on the block and tell 'em all I got the
The way I move shit, I help 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 give me 'bout a nine dog I pull up with get back
Don't fuck with rappers, I look up to street guys
Fuck all your features, blood, I got real street
If it make money, then you know I that
Big gotta get a job, look here, nigga, fuck that

[Hook: & Big Scoob]
I'ma get it
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 sleepin' 'till I 'bout done
I'm a so I move it, move it
Fuck with me, I get the gone

3: B-Legit]
Trap addict, come back at it with bad
Gotta it in hard plastic before you blast it
Problematic, I'm and never acted
And before I was I made that bag happen
For homies, they all know me, ain't phony
I be all on my lonely until there's
I be all on my I got that pack up on me
The track running [?] and watch you holy
West nigga, a fresh with best buds
I pressed niggas and blessed who spread love
They ain't knowing what this trap game really
Running up another check, never out
Jack city, with mac with me, we quickly
About a hundred-and-fifty I'm move a city
artists, the hardest who try'na move with me
Cause I'ma get it regardless, it ain't no biggie

[Hook: Boogieman & Big
get it regardless
Wet weed, a cane, game retarded
Look who does it the
A cold hustler, nigga, a grind artist
I make it look when 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