Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

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

All my bitches call me
pockets, I'm poppin'
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 could hockey
I'm sippin' out a coconut cup, I'm in the tropics
I been countin' so much money, had to find me a
I'm Czechoslaka, watchin'
I got Rastas with
Got the gun with cartridges
They runnin' in, they ain't
Steve Austin flossin', tell them it's a new boss in
And if we ain't talking profit, it ain't no use in
These triple crossin', double cross, quadruple your losses
I heard them tried to block, I went bought two new Ferraris

Double down with two pistols, ain't missinø no
Right before the funeral, let you pick out coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple your
Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, sleepin' on shawty
OK I doubled up the work, I put them in the office
put them on the freeway, now I feel like I'm Rossy
Seen peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and I lost 'em
Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad I'm flossin'

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

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

You ain't know I spent dough
And you might catch
I got shooters on my and if I say the word
Then ready for combat
Vietnam, wartime ain't no joke
Niggas be playin' till the start sprayin'
Can't hide these guns 'cause the too long
Hunting for him, catch him hiding in his
Turn his motherfucking to a haunted home
Money long, get you touched in your front
Shots so setting off car alarms
Run along, or be the next nigga on
You be swearin' 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 packs to
Young call me Uncle Juice
I got more cash Uncle Scrooge
Ya'll niggas made up like Dr.
All ice, no CZ
I ball, ya'll niggas in the leagues
shit, I got the shit on lock
Bout to put this in a DDT