Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boom

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

Pat]
Rocks my balls, pistol in my drawers
A bird of blow on the table quarters and halves off
For those who comin through this ain't but I'm your dealer
Tony Montana, chill Al Pacino in "Scarface" nigga
The jack boys talk a lot of but on the realla
Got posted up, e'ry Goldfinger's a trigger
Her-on is so intense, the goin by the ounce
Put the money in my hands, cop your goods, and then you

Two]
See I ain't the nigga was up at five o'clock to sell no rocks
I'm the nigga that was out at midnight to off a block
In a tinted out Maxima, they and quick
Snowin out the do' with a glock and a full of bricks
I the track BOOM BOOM without even touchin it
As for my {?} I'm just supplyin it
I went to Key West and picked it up, back in Memphis 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 e'rything he's sellin
The is on the street, my niggaz gettin jealous
The chopper's on the seat to cut you up relish
The hood changed, got these niggaz still tellin
To lock this nigga up a two-time
This boy ain't he'll kick in doors and kill 'em
And hide them bodies good that you cain't even 'em
He niggarish and ignorant so FUCK who in your
This gangster life he livin it so your wife and kids~!
These janky niggaz on the town I hope they the biz
To all you tattletales, swap out where you live

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