Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

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

All my call me papi
Sloppy pockets, I'm
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 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, they
I got Rastas with
Got the gun with cartridges
runnin' in, they ain't knockin'
Steve 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 tried to block, I bought two new Ferraris

Double down with two pistols, missinø no target
before the funeral, let you pick out your coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple losses
Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, 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 peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and I lost 'em
Middle finger out the sunroof, they mad cause I'm flossin'

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

Double down with two pistols, ain't no target
Right before the funeral, let you out your coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple losses
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 feel I'm Rossy
Seen peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and I lost 'em
finger out the sunroof, they just mad cause I'm flossin'

You ain't know I spent that
And you might catch
I got on my side and if I say the word
they ready for combat
Like Vietnam, ain't no joke
be playin' till the bullets start sprayin'
Can't hide these guns the clips too long
for him, catch him hiding in his honeycomb
Turn his motherfucking house to a home
Money long, get you touched in your lawn
Shots so loud off car alarms
Run along, or be the next dunked on
You be that you niggas got done wrong
Get you jacked, no mask, no on
Beat a nigga ass, then it to a club song
Vet in the game, got to prove
Young niggas me Uncle Juice
I got more than Uncle Scrooge
Ya'll made up like Dr. Seuss
All ice, no CZ
I ball, niggas in the minor leagues
Real shit, I got the shit on
to put this game in a DDT