Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

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

All my bitches call me
Sloppy pockets, I'm
All these dollars I been
It no way to stop it
My so rocky, Liberace watchin', 3 mil on watches
So ice, drippin' off me
You and bitch could play hockey
I'm lean out a coconut cup, I'm in the tropics
I been countin' so money, had to find me a hobby
I'm Czechoslaka, watchin'
I got Rastas choppers
Got the machine gun with
They runnin' in, they knockin'
Steve Austin flossin', tell them it's a new boss in
And if we ain't talking profit, it no use in callin'
These triple crossin', double cross, quadruple your losses
I heard them haters tried to block, I went two new Ferraris

Double down with two pistols, missinø no target
Right the funeral, let you pick out your coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, your losses
Sippin' like a coffee bean, ain't 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 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 bitch pop her pussy, I just might pop me a molly
That clean codeine got me geeked up, spill lean all Versace
I got killers with me, they don't do no 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
AR's in secret
Ain't been to sleep in the longest, I sip that drank like coffee
They say that Gucci's a Martian, I buy my enemies
We handle business like and treat the streets like an office
I had a duplex with a million worth of bricks in the

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

You know I spent that dough
And you might contacts
I got shooters on my side and if I say the
Then they for combat
Like Vietnam, ain't no joke
Niggas be playin' 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 lawn
so loud setting off car alarms
Run along, or be the next nigga on
You be swearin' that you niggas got wrong
Get you jacked, no mask, no on
Beat a nigga ass, turn it to a club song
Vet in the game, got packs to
Young niggas me Uncle Juice
I got more cash Uncle Scrooge
niggas made up like Dr. Seuss
All ice, no CZ
I ball, ya'll in the minor leagues
Real shit, I got the shit on
to put this game in a DDT