Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boom

[Intro/Chorus: 2X]
I the trap - BOOM BOOM [4X]
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got balls

[Project
Rocks my balls, pistol in my drawers
A bird of blow on the table break and halves off
For those who comin through ain't Casino but I'm your dealer
Montana, chill like Al Pacino in "Scarface" nigga
The jack boys talk a lot of but on the realla
Got killers posted up, Goldfinger's a trigger
Her-on is so intense, the syrup by the ounce
Put the in my hands, cop your goods, and then you bounce

Two]
See I ain't the nigga that was up at five o'clock to sell no
I'm the that was out at midnight to drop off a block
In a out Maxima, they low-key and quick
Snowin out the do' with a glock and a trunk full of
I make the track BOOM without even touchin it
As for my black {?} I'm supplyin it
I went to Key West and picked it up, in Memphis broke it up
Call my nigga in, get our Crist', we split it up

[Verse
His dope sales are up, a nigga bellish
His pockets swellin cause e'rything he's
The is on the street, my niggaz gettin jealous
The on the seat to cut you up like relish
The hood ain't changed, got these niggaz tellin
To lock this up a two-time felon
This boy bullshittin he'll kick in doors and kill 'em
And hide them bodies good that you cain't even 'em
He niggarish and so FUCK who in your crib
gangster life he livin it so fuck your wife and kids~!
These niggaz on the town I hope they know the biz
To all you federal tattletales, swap out you live

[Outro -
You know the worst part sellin dope is 80% of black people in jail
because of drugs, violence and murder
So you think about that
Get life together my nigga