Luyện nghe bài hát Traffic Jam (Easy Bake Remix)

[Radio
We reporting live from the 9 double 0-5-9 with my nigga Jay Rock and this is WTOP Radio and I'm your host DJ
I turn down nuttin' but my collar
I ain't down no money
And I ain't down no mothafuckin' fade
Now bitch if you're pushin' up the freak with your orangutan-lookin' ass, take advice and bang SZA ya flat-foot bitch

[Intro:
Itchin' for a climax lasting past
Do you got it that, do you really got it like that?
Itchin' for a purpose, I can't seem to the surface
I ain't got it that, do I really got it like that?
You talkin' 'bout time, I got none
You can find me
The sun don't never end and the waves part
You don't pay enough of my rent, don't
I got big dreams and you got scheme to get rich quickly
And I don't wanna waste another
Really need to another shower
for you

[Verse 1: Lamar]
Big business, big bitches
Black on Benz's
Backing out the back to my engine
Backpack gats in it
my dollars and bend Impalas, my arm whistling
Palm flipping, finger
y'all, I let it linger
Plush wall and marble
Ghetto commodore
Tours for my swinging
On my heart swore I pour plenty more
Or cunnilingus
Dummy through that boy for pointing fingers
you're a PS4, my game change seizes
And my name visas
I defame your name
We aim and squeezing
Bitch my say no treason
My chains say no cubic, all y'all look
Big dog, phone call log stupid
I'm Chris Paul, West Coast, All-Star
The mantra, the holy trinity, baby your
My concert and facility
Via del Compton, and finest

[Verse 2: Jay
Now this big shell fishscale
BMX on the ramp the fishtail
Pegs on the front, we gon' get
We 4 deep at a swapmeet, don't need a 5th
This bitch steal if situations get real
This that out the bounty, bustin' knuckles
Get buckled if you ever try to knock the
your hands, watch how I shuffle (No cuts)
And show you why they hate more than Uncle Ruckus
Rollin' up that boondock, call it moon rock
Gotta keep that bass in my step, dope in a sock
Gotta do I do to remain on
So all a nigga need is good when I come home
Cause the gotta eat, baby the rent's been due lately
And I just a hot one, I ain't tryna go too crazy
Fugazi, not me, me and my not sweet
Give you thug passion, how you walkin' knock-kneed
I'm the silver bullet at top speed
you how to get it and get away with it scott free