Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boom

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

Pat]
Rocks under my balls, pistol in my
A bird of blow on the table break quarters and off
For those who comin this ain't Casino but I'm your dealer
Tony Montana, chill like Al in "Scarface" nigga
The jack boys talk a lot of noise but on the
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 your goods, and then you

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

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