Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

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

All my call me papi
pockets, I'm poppin'
All dollars I been clockin'
It ain't no way to it
My wrist so rocky, watchin', 3 mil on watches
So ice, drippin' off me
You and your bitch could play
I'm sippin' lean out a 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 machine gun 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 no use in callin'
These niggas triple crossin', double cross, quadruple your
I heard them haters tried to block, I went two new Ferraris

down with two pistols, ain't missinø no target
Right before the funeral, let you out your coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, your losses
Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' on
OK I up the work, I put them things in the office
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 out the sunroof, they just mad cause I'm flossin'

All these rubber bands, what I'm gon do with a wallet?
I'm in the booth countin' money, I'm so 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 with me, they don't do no talkin' or boxin'
I got that long bread, I'm footlong pizza, no toppings
Throw goons a little bread
We'll take your adoption
And we ain't worried the feds
in secret compartments
Ain't been to sleep in the longest, I sip drank like it's coffee
They say Gucci's a Martian, I buy my enemies coffins
We handle business bosses and treat the streets like an office
I had a duplex with a worth of bricks in the closet

Double down two pistols, ain't missinø no target
Right before the funeral, let you pick out coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple losses
Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, ain't on shawty
OK I doubled up the work, I put them in the office
Then put on the freeway, now I feel like I'm Rossy
Seen them peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and I 'em
Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad 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, ain't no joke
be playin' till the bullets start sprayin'
Can't hide these guns 'cause the too long
Hunting for him, him hiding in his honeycomb
Turn his 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 swearin' that you niggas got done
Get you jacked, no mask, no on
Beat a nigga ass, then it to a club song
Vet in the game, got to prove
niggas call me Uncle Juice
I got more cash than Scrooge
niggas made up like Dr. Seuss
All ice, no CZ
I ball, ya'll niggas in the leagues
Real shit, I got the on lock
Bout to put this in a DDT