Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

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

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

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

All these rubber bands, fuck I'm gon do with a wallet?
I'm in the countin' money, I'm so goddamn 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, don't do no talkin' or boxin'
I got that long bread, I'm talkin' pizza, no toppings
Throw goons a little bread
We'll your baby's adoption
And we ain't worried about the
AR's in compartments
been to sleep in the longest, I sip that drank like it's coffee
They say that a Martian, I buy my enemies coffins
We handle business like bosses and treat the streets an office
I had a duplex with a million worth of in the closet

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

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