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 play 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 with
Got the gun with cartridges
runnin' in, they ain't knockin'
Steve Austin flossin', tell them a new boss in office
And if we talking profit, it ain't no use in callin'
These niggas triple crossin', double cross, quadruple your
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 out your coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple your
Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' on
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
finger out the sunroof, they 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' bitch pop her pussy, I just pop me a molly
That codeine got me geeked up, spill lean all over Versace
I got killers with me, they don't do no talkin' or
I got that long bread, I'm talkin' footlong pizza, no
Throw them a little bread
We'll take baby's adoption
And we ain't about the feds
AR's in compartments
Ain't been to sleep in the longest, I sip that like it's coffee
They say that Gucci's a Martian, I buy my enemies
We handle business like bosses and treat the streets an office
I had a duplex with a million of bricks in the closet

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

You ain't I spent that dough
And you catch contacts
I got on my side and if I say the word
Then ready for combat
Vietnam, wartime ain't no joke
Niggas be till the bullets start sprayin'
Can't hide these guns the clips too long
Hunting for him, him hiding in his honeycomb
his motherfucking house to a haunted home
Money long, get you touched in your front
Shots so loud setting off car
Run along, or be the nigga dunked on
You be that 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 packs to
Young call me Uncle Juice
I got more cash 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 this in a DDT