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 dollars I been clockin'
It no way to stop it
My wrist so rocky, Liberace watchin', 3 mil on
So much ice, 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, they
I got Rastas choppers
Got the machine gun cartridges
They runnin' in, they ain't
Steve Austin flossin', tell them a new boss in office
And if we ain't profit, it ain't no use in callin'
niggas triple crossin', double cross, quadruple your losses
I heard them haters to block, I went bought two new Ferraris

Double down with two pistols, missinø no target
before the funeral, let you pick out your coffin
Had to triple the double cross, quadruple your losses
Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, sleepin' on shawty
OK I doubled up the work, I put things in the office
Then put on the freeway, now I feel like I'm Rossy
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 bands, fuck what I'm gon do with a wallet?
I'm in the booth countin' money, I'm so cocky
My lil' pop her pussy, I just might pop me a molly
clean codeine got me geeked up, spill lean all over Versace
I got killers with me, they do no talkin' or boxin'
I got long bread, I'm talkin' footlong pizza, no toppings
Throw them a little bread
take your baby's adoption
And we ain't worried about the
AR's in secret
been 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 business like 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 cross, quadruple your losses
Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, sleepin' 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 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 know I that dough
And you catch contacts
I got shooters on my and if I say the word
Then they for combat
Like Vietnam, wartime ain't no
Niggas be playin' till the start sprayin'
Can't these guns 'cause the clips too long
Hunting for him, catch him in his honeycomb
Turn his motherfucking house to a home
Money long, get you touched in your front
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
a nigga ass, then turn it to a club song
Vet in the game, got packs to
Young niggas me Uncle Juice
I got cash than Uncle 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