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

[Hook: Boogieman & Big
I'ma get it
Wet weed, a cane, grit retarded
who does 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 so I move it, move it
Fuck me, I get the pack gone

1: Boogieman]
Fuck your boy get the pack gone
Can't keep up with the demand, get my trap on (my on)
Traffic and no melon
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 meet and I'm cool on cellphones
You say got you
For what, bitch? skill wrong
I been before
Ask the tall and the cell
They can't tell me shit, ain't no talking, the bell
I know what it is, I signed up for shit
I'm equipped with the gift and 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 savage at
For that cabbage we grit,

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

[Verse 2: Big
Fuck your boy, get the pack gone
If you me quick, hit me up on that trap 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 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 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 that get
fuck with these rappers, I look up to street guys
Fuck all your features, blood, I got street ties
If it money, then you know I touched that
Big Fella get a job, look here, nigga, fuck that

Boogieman & Big Scoob]
I'ma get it
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 'till I 'bout done
I'm a so I move it, move it
with me, I get the pack gone

[Verse 3:
Trap addict, back at it with bad habits
Gotta it in hard plastic before you blast it
Problematic, I'm hog-hatted and never
And I was rappin' I made that bag happen
For homies, all know 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 track running [?] and you leave holy
West nigga, a fresh nigga best buds
I pressed niggas and blessed who spread love
They ain't knowing what this trap game really
Running up check, never running out
city, with mac with me, we moving quickly
About a hundred-and-fifty I'm try'na move a
artists, the hardest who try'na move with me
Cause get it regardless, it really ain't no biggie

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