Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

Mhm
ATL (it's Gucci)
Memphis, Tenn (turn up)
get it

All my bitches call me
pockets, I'm poppin'
All these I been clockin'
It ain't no way to it
My wrist so rocky, Liberace watchin', 3 mil on
So much ice, off me
You and bitch could play hockey
I'm lean out a coconut cup, I'm in the tropics
I been countin' so much money, had to me a hobby
I'm Czechoslaka, they
I got Rastas choppers
Got the machine gun cartridges
They runnin' in, they knockin'
Steve Austin flossin', tell them a new boss in office
And if we ain't profit, it ain't no use in callin'
These niggas triple crossin', double cross, quadruple losses
I heard them haters tried to block, I bought two new Ferraris

Double down with two pistols, ain't no target
Right before the funeral, let you pick out your
Had to cross the double cross, quadruple your losses
Sippin' like a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' on shawty
OK I up the work, I put them things in the office
Then put them on the freeway, now I like I'm Rossy
them peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and I lost 'em
Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad cause I'm

All these rubber bands, fuck what I'm gon do a wallet?
I'm in the booth countin' money, I'm so cocky
My lil' bitch pop her pussy, I just pop me a molly
That clean got me geeked up, spill lean all over Versace
I got killers with me, they do no talkin' or boxin'
I got that long bread, I'm footlong pizza, no toppings
Throw them goons a little
take your baby's adoption
And we worried about the feds
AR's in secret
Ain't been to sleep in the longest, I sip that like it's coffee
say that Gucci's a Martian, I buy my enemies coffins
We business like bosses and treat the streets like an office
I had a duplex with a million of bricks in the closet

Double down with two pistols, ain't no target
before the funeral, let you pick out your coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple losses
Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, sleepin' on shawty
OK I doubled up the work, I put them things in the
Then put on the freeway, now I feel like I'm Rossy
Seen them in my rear view, hit the gas and I lost 'em
finger out the sunroof, they just mad cause I'm flossin'

You know I spent that dough
And you might contacts
I got shooters on my side and if I say the
Then ready for combat
Vietnam, wartime ain't no joke
Niggas be playin' the bullets start sprayin'
Can't hide guns 'cause the clips too long
for him, catch him hiding in his honeycomb
Turn his motherfucking house to a haunted
Money long, get you touched in front lawn
Shots so setting off car alarms
Run along, or be the next dunked on
You be swearin' that you niggas got done
Get you jacked, no mask, no on
Beat a nigga ass, then it to a club song
Vet in the game, got packs to
niggas call me Uncle Juice
I got cash than Uncle Scrooge
Ya'll niggas up like Dr. Seuss
All ice, no CZ
I ball, ya'll in the minor leagues
shit, I got the shit on lock
Bout to put this in a DDT