Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boomin

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

My trap boomin' hard, bitch I to God
My boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder than you trap
My money in the living room
My trap boomin' hard, I swear to God
My boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' than you trap booms
My goons in the living room
2:]
ARs and choppers ain't no hoe niggas gonna 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 proper look at that she poppin'
ARs and ain't no hoe niggas gona stop us
Your ol' lady so proper look at that she poppin'
I out the Rolls and make that top go to droppin'
I pull out my money
Even hoe niggaz watchin'
I hit a and went and bought a wing stop
I sprinkle lemon in that re-rock
I took my time I had to build a
Straight flossin' my look like Walter's
out the Benz I got my Gucci skully on
Shout out my Nigga Gucci his money long
Got my money, I got my lawyer fee
Shout out the BrickSquad, my shoes a key

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