Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

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

All my bitches me papi
pockets, I'm poppin'
All these dollars I been
It no way to stop it
My wrist so rocky, watchin', 3 mil on watches
So ice, drippin' off me
You and your bitch 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, watchin'
I got with choppers
Got the gun with 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 triple crossin', double cross, quadruple losses
I heard them haters tried to block, I went two new Ferraris

Double down with two pistols, missinø 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 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 in my rear view, hit the gas and I lost 'em
Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad cause I'm

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

down with two pistols, ain't missinø 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 things in the office
Then put them on the freeway, now I like I'm Rossy
Seen them 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 I spent that dough
And you catch contacts
I got shooters on my and if I say the word
Then they ready for
Vietnam, wartime ain't no joke
Niggas be playin' till the bullets start
Can't hide these guns the clips too long
for him, catch him hiding in his honeycomb
Turn his motherfucking to a haunted home
Money long, get you touched in front lawn
Shots so loud off car alarms
Run along, or be the next dunked on
You be swearin' that you niggas got 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 niggas call me Juice
I got more cash than 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