Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boomin

Oh it's season nigga
My beating harder than a bass drum
My trap harder than a bass drum
My beating harder than a bass drum
season
Damn son where'd you that
1:]
These bitches eating pills like Jolly Ranchers
She took a pill then into a belly dancer
I'm cooking up this dope with 2 bowls
I an extra hand, I needs 3 extra stoves
I can it dance, do an avalanche
your final chance, get your wedding bands
I keep that girl like a white man
Atlanta Zone 6 you in trap land
My got a vert, my shit jump out the gym
Bitches down to break they neck, just to at him
She don't really like me but she my rims
Yellow lamborghini same my butter Timbs

My trap boomin' hard, bitch I to God
My trap boomin' hard, I swear to God
My trap harder than you trap booms
My goons in the living room
My trap hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder you trap booms
My goons money in the living
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ARs and choppers no hoe niggas gonna stop us
Your ol' lady so proper look at that she poppin'
season bitch
ARs and choppers ain't no hoe niggas gonna us
Your ol' lady so proper look at that pussy she
ARs and choppers no hoe niggas gona stop us
Your ol' lady so proper look at pussy she poppin'
I pull out the Rolls and make top go to droppin'
When I out my money
Even hoe niggaz watchin'
I hit a lick and went and bought a stop
I sprinkle lemon pepper in that
I took my time I had to build a
Straight my closet look like Walter's
Step out the Benz I got my Gucci on
Shout out my Nigga Gucci know his money
Got my money, I got my lawyer fee
out the BrickSquad, my shoes a quarter key

My boomin hard bitch I swear to God
My trap hard bitch I swear to God
My boomin harder than you trap booms
My goons in the living room
My trap boomin bitch I swear to God
My trap hard bitch I swear to God
My boomin harder than you trap booms
My goons in the living room