Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boom

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

Pat]
Rocks under my balls, in my drawers
A bird of blow on the break quarters 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, e'ry Goldfinger's a
Her-on is so intense, the syrup by the ounce
Put the money in my hands, cop goods, and then you bounce

[Verse
See I the nigga that was up at five o'clock to sell no rocks
I'm the that was out at midnight to drop off a block
In a tinted out Maxima, they low-key and
Snowin out the do' with a glock and a full of bricks
I make the track BOOM BOOM even touchin it
As for my black {?} I'm just it
I went to Key West and picked it up, in Memphis broke it up
Call my in, get our Crist', then we split it up

[Verse
His sales are up, a nigga feelin bellish
His pockets swellin cause he's sellin
The heat is on the street, my gettin jealous
The chopper's on the seat to cut you up like
The ain't changed, got these niggaz still tellin
To lock nigga up a two-time felon
This boy ain't bullshittin he'll kick in and kill 'em
And hide them bodies good that you even smell 'em
He niggarish and so FUCK who in your crib
This life he livin it so fuck 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 dope is 80% of black in jail
of drugs, domestic violence and murder
So you think about that
Get your life my nigga