Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boomin

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

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

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