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

[Project
Rocks under my balls, in my drawers
A bird of blow on the break quarters and halves off
For those who comin this ain't Casino but I'm your dealer
Montana, chill like Al Pacino in "Scarface" nigga
The jack talk a lot of noise 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

Two]
See I ain't the nigga 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 and quick
Snowin out the do' with a glock and a trunk of bricks
I make the track BOOM BOOM even touchin it
As for my black {?} I'm supplyin it
I went to Key West and picked it up, back in Memphis it up
Call my in, get our Crist', then we split it up

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

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