Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boomin

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

My boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder than you trap
My goons money in the room
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 money in the living
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 choppers ain't no hoe niggas gonna us
Your ol' lady so proper look at pussy she poppin'
ARs and choppers 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 these hoe niggaz
I hit a lick and went and bought a wing
I sprinkle lemon pepper in re-rock
I took my time I had to build a
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 bond money, I got my fee
Shout out the BrickSquad, my shoes a key

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