Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boomin

Oh it's holiday season
My trap harder than a bass drum
My trap beating than a bass drum
My beating harder than a bass drum
Holiday
son where'd you find that
1:]
These bitches eating pills they Jolly Ranchers
She took a then turned into a belly dancer
I'm cooking up this dope with 2 fucking
I an extra hand, I needs 3 extra stoves
I can make it dance, do an
It's your final chance, get wedding bands
I keep that white girl like a man
East Atlanta Zone 6 you in trap
My money got a vert, my jump out the gym
Bitches down to break they neck, to look at him
She really like me but she love my rims
Yellow lamborghini same color my butter

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

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