Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boomin

Oh holiday season nigga
My trap beating harder a bass drum
My trap beating harder than a bass
My beating harder than a bass drum
season
Damn son where'd you that
1:]
These eating pills like they Jolly Ranchers
She took a pill then turned into a dancer
I'm up this dope with 2 fucking bowls
I need an extra hand, I needs 3 extra
I can make it dance, do an
It's your final chance, get your bands
I keep that girl like a white man
East Atlanta Zone 6 you in 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 same my butter Timbs

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

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