Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boomin

Oh it's holiday nigga
My trap beating harder than a drum
My trap beating harder than a bass
My trap harder than a bass drum
season
Damn son where'd you find
1:]
These bitches eating pills like Jolly Ranchers
She took a pill then into a belly dancer
I'm cooking up dope with 2 fucking bowls
I need an extra hand, I 3 extra stoves
I can make it dance, do an
It's your final chance, get wedding bands
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
down to break they neck, just to look 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 boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My boomin' harder than you trap booms
My money in the living room
My trap boomin' hard, I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I to God
My trap harder than you trap booms
My money in the living room
2:]
ARs and ain't no hoe niggas gonna stop us
Your ol' lady so proper look at that pussy she
Holiday season
ARs and choppers ain't no hoe niggas gonna us
ol' lady so proper look at that pussy she poppin'
ARs and choppers no hoe niggas gona stop us
Your ol' lady so 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 and went and bought a wing stop
I sprinkle lemon pepper in that
I took my time I had to a fortress
Straight flossin' my closet look like
Step out the Benz I got my skully on
Shout out my Nigga Gucci know his money
Got my money, I got my lawyer fee
Shout out the BrickSquad, my a quarter key

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