Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

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

All my bitches call me
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 much ice, off me
You and your bitch could hockey
I'm lean 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 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 talking profit, it no use in callin'
These niggas triple crossin', cross, quadruple your losses
I heard them haters to block, I went bought two new Ferraris

Double down with two pistols, 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 bean, ain't sleepin' on shawty
OK I doubled up the work, I put them 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 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 goddamn
My lil' bitch pop her pussy, I just might pop me a
That codeine got me geeked up, spill lean all over Versace
I got killers with me, don't do no talkin' or boxin'
I got that bread, I'm talkin' footlong pizza, no toppings
Throw them goons a bread
We'll take baby's adoption
And we ain't about the feds
AR's in 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 like and treat the streets like an office
I had a duplex with a million of bricks in the closet

Double down with two pistols, ain't no target
Right before the funeral, let you pick out your
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 things in the office
Then put them on the freeway, now I 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 cause I'm

You ain't know I that dough
And you might catch
I got shooters on my and if I say the word
Then they ready for
Like Vietnam, wartime ain't no
Niggas be playin' till the bullets start
Can't hide these guns the clips too long
for him, catch him hiding in his honeycomb
Turn his house to a haunted home
Money long, get you touched in your lawn
Shots so loud off car alarms
Run along, or be the next dunked on
You be swearin' that you niggas got 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 call me Uncle Juice
I got more cash Uncle Scrooge
Ya'll niggas made up Dr. Seuss
All ice, no CZ
I ball, ya'll niggas in the minor
shit, I got the shit on lock
Bout to put this in a DDT