Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

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

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

Double down with two pistols, ain't missinø no
before the funeral, let you pick out your coffin
Had to triple cross the 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 them on the freeway, now I feel like I'm
Seen them peoples in my 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 countin' money, I'm so goddamn cocky
My lil' bitch pop her pussy, I just pop me a molly
That clean codeine got me geeked up, lean all over Versace
I got killers me, they don't do no talkin' or boxin'
I got that long bread, I'm talkin' footlong pizza, no
Throw goons a little bread
We'll take baby's adoption
And we ain't about the feds
AR's in secret
Ain't been to sleep in the longest, I sip that drank like coffee
They say that Gucci's a Martian, I buy my coffins
We handle business like bosses and treat the streets an office
I had a duplex with a worth of bricks in the closet

Double down with two pistols, ain't no target
Right the funeral, let you pick out your coffin
Had to triple cross the cross, quadruple your losses
Sippin' lean like a bean, ain't sleepin' on shawty
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 them peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and I 'em
Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad cause I'm

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