Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

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

All my bitches 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 ice, drippin' off me
You and your could play hockey
I'm sippin' out a coconut cup, I'm in the tropics
I countin' so much money, had to find me a hobby
I'm Czechoslaka, watchin'
I got with choppers
Got the gun with cartridges
They in, they ain't knockin'
Steve flossin', tell them it's a new boss in office
And if we ain't talking profit, it ain't no use in
These niggas triple crossin', double cross, quadruple losses
I heard them haters to block, I went bought two new Ferraris

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

All these rubber bands, fuck I'm gon do with a wallet?
I'm in the booth countin' money, I'm so goddamn
My lil' bitch pop her pussy, I just might pop me a
That clean codeine got me geeked up, spill lean all over
I got with me, they don't do no talkin' or boxin'
I got that long bread, I'm talkin' pizza, no toppings
them goons a little bread
We'll take baby's adoption
And we ain't worried the feds
in secret compartments
Ain't been to 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 like an office
I had a with a million worth of bricks in the closet

Double down with two pistols, missinø no target
Right before the funeral, let you out your coffin
Had to triple the double cross, quadruple your losses
Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, sleepin' on shawty
OK I doubled up the work, I put things in the office
Then put on the freeway, now I feel like I'm Rossy
Seen them peoples in my view, hit the gas and I lost 'em
Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad I'm flossin'

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