Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Anthem

Migo!
(A$AP) A$AP!
Woo! (pull up, up)
Cozy Boys (pull up, up)

[Chorus: Quavo & Ferg]
Pour an 8th, a dirty Fanta
what I call a Tropicana
Take the blow, hold them at
That's what I call a anthem
This is the real trap
Fuck a bad in a Phantom
Fuck a rich bitch in the
Eyy, this is the real trap

[Verse 1: Ferg]
on these hoes
Leave bitches with the dogs
All my in the room
And we finna fuck all
Bout to hit a Marty
Tell these bitches to the sauce
fat, Ricky Ross
Feelin' like I am the
Yeah I'm driving the
I be flying a coupe
I could be flying the
I'm swaggin' on you
Check how I rap in the
I'm letting the animal
I'm feelin' I'm the nigga that could kill it
don't let it happen to you

[Verse 2: & Takeoff]
I'm in and out of the country
I've been all the money
You know I came from
And the bando still
I keep the banana for
If I see 12 on the then we runnin'
The trap is a jungle, no
If I see fences, my nigga, I'm
This the anthem
Migo's, propaganda
You we handsome
pocket got cancer
Turn the Ritz to
She a dancer
We're fuckin' up powder
Then fuck Mr. Arm &
Then a movie
My nigga up with Uzi's
So don't me
I got more than Shaka Zulu
You sue me
I pay my lawyer, he a
try to chew me
That balling tried to do me
Said I influence, the listen to my music
I 'em prove it
Told me shit and I refuse it
I'm in the kitchen
You think I'm barbecuin'
(whippin,' whippin')