Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boomin

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

My trap boomin' hard, I swear to God
My trap hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder than you booms
My goons money in the room
My trap boomin' hard, I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I to God
My trap boomin' harder than you booms
My goons money in the room
2:]
ARs and choppers ain't no hoe niggas stop us
ol' lady so proper look at that pussy she poppin'
Holiday bitch
ARs and choppers ain't no hoe gonna stop us
Your ol' lady so proper look at that she poppin'
ARs and choppers ain't no hoe niggas gona us
Your ol' lady so proper look at that pussy she
I pull out the Rolls and make top go to droppin'
When I pull out my
Even these hoe niggaz
I hit a lick and went and a wing stop
I lemon pepper in that re-rock
I took my time I had to a fortress
Straight flossin' my look like Walter's
Step out the Benz I got my skully on
Shout out my Gucci know 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 boomin hard I swear to God
My trap boomin than 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 you trap booms
My goons money in the living