Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

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

All my bitches me papi
Sloppy pockets, I'm
All these dollars I been
It ain't no way to it
My wrist so rocky, watchin', 3 mil on watches
So much ice, off me
You and your bitch could hockey
I'm sippin' out a coconut cup, I'm in the tropics
I countin' 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 flossin', tell them it's a new boss in office
And if we talking profit, it ain't no use in callin'
These niggas triple crossin', double cross, quadruple losses
I them haters tried to block, I went bought two new Ferraris

Double down with two pistols, ain't no target
Right before the funeral, let you pick out 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 them on the freeway, now I feel I'm Rossy
Seen them in my rear view, hit the gas and I lost 'em
Middle finger out the sunroof, just mad cause I'm flossin'

All these rubber bands, fuck 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 up, spill lean all over Versace
I got killers with me, 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 about the feds
in secret compartments
Ain't been to in the longest, I sip that drank like it's coffee
say that Gucci's a Martian, I buy my enemies coffins
We handle business like bosses and treat the streets an office
I had a duplex with a million of bricks in the closet

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

You know I spent that dough
And you catch contacts
I got shooters on my side and if I say the
they ready for combat
Like Vietnam, wartime no joke
be playin' till the bullets start sprayin'
Can't hide these guns 'cause the clips too
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 setting off car alarms
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, then turn it to a club
Vet in the game, got to prove
Young niggas call me Juice
I got more than Uncle Scrooge
Ya'll niggas made up Dr. Seuss
All ice, no CZ
I ball, ya'll in the minor leagues
Real shit, I got the shit on
Bout to put game in a DDT