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 balls

Pat]
Rocks my balls, pistol in my drawers
A bird of blow on the table break quarters and off
For those who comin through this ain't Casino but I'm your
Montana, chill like 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
is so intense, the syrup goin by the ounce
Put the money in my hands, cop your goods, and then you

Two]
See I ain't the that 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, low-key and quick
Snowin out the do' with a glock and a full of bricks
I make the track BOOM BOOM without touchin it
As for my black {?} I'm just it
I went to Key West and picked it up, back in broke it up
my nigga in, get our Crist', then we split it up

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

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