Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

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

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

Double down two pistols, ain't missinø no target
before the funeral, let you pick out your coffin
Had to triple cross the cross, quadruple your losses
Sippin' lean like a bean, ain't sleepin' on shawty
OK I doubled up the work, I put them things in the
Then put them on the freeway, now I feel like I'm
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 booth money, I'm so goddamn cocky
My lil' pop her pussy, I just might pop me a molly
That clean codeine got me geeked up, spill all over Versace
I got killers with me, they do no talkin' or boxin'
I got that bread, I'm talkin' footlong pizza, no toppings
them goons a little bread
We'll take baby's adoption
And we worried about the feds
in secret compartments
Ain't been to sleep in the longest, I sip that drank like coffee
They say Gucci's a Martian, I buy my enemies coffins
We handle business like bosses and treat the streets like an
I had a duplex a million worth of bricks in the closet

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

You know I spent that dough
And you catch contacts
I got on my side and if I say the word
Then they ready for
Like Vietnam, wartime no joke
Niggas be playin' till the bullets start
Can't these guns 'cause the clips too long
for him, catch him hiding in his honeycomb
Turn his motherfucking house to a home
Money long, get you in your front lawn
so loud setting off car alarms
Run along, or be the next dunked on
You be swearin' that you got done wrong
Get you jacked, no mask, no on
a nigga ass, then turn it to a club song
Vet in the game, got packs to
Young niggas call me Uncle
I got more than Uncle Scrooge
niggas made 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