Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

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

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

Double down with two pistols, ain't no target
Right before the funeral, let you pick out coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple your
Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, 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, they just mad cause I'm

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, they don't do no or boxin'
I got long bread, I'm talkin' footlong pizza, no toppings
Throw them goons a bread
We'll take your baby's
And we ain't worried the feds
in secret compartments
Ain't been to sleep in the longest, I sip that drank like coffee
say that Gucci's a Martian, I buy my enemies coffins
We handle like bosses and treat the streets like an office
I had a duplex with a worth of bricks in the closet

Double down with two pistols, ain't missinø no
Right before the funeral, let you out your coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, your losses
Sippin' like a coffee bean, ain't 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
them peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and I lost 'em
Middle finger out the sunroof, they mad cause I'm flossin'

You ain't know I spent dough
And you might contacts
I got shooters on my and if I say the word
Then they ready for
Like Vietnam, wartime no joke
Niggas be playin' till the bullets start
hide these guns 'cause the clips too long
Hunting for him, catch him in his honeycomb
Turn his motherfucking house to a haunted
long, get you touched in your front lawn
Shots so setting off car alarms
Run along, or be the nigga dunked on
You be swearin' that you got done wrong
Get you jacked, no mask, no on
Beat a nigga ass, then turn it to a club
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
Real shit, I got the on lock
Bout to put game in a DDT