Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boomin

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

My boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, I swear to God
My trap harder than you trap booms
My goons money in the living
My trap boomin' hard, I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I to God
My trap boomin' harder you trap booms
My goons in the living room
2:]
ARs and choppers ain't no hoe gonna stop us
Your ol' lady so proper at that pussy she poppin'
season bitch
ARs and ain't no hoe niggas gonna stop us
Your ol' so proper look at that pussy she poppin'
ARs and ain't no hoe niggas gona stop us
Your ol' so proper look at that pussy she poppin'
I pull out the Rolls and make that top go to
When I pull out my
Even these hoe niggaz
I hit a lick and went and bought a wing
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 I got my Gucci skully on
Shout out my Nigga know his money long
Got my money, I got my lawyer fee
out the BrickSquad, my shoes a quarter key

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