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 beating harder than a bass
Holiday
Damn son where'd you that
1:]
These bitches eating pills like Jolly Ranchers
She took a pill then turned into a dancer
I'm cooking up this dope with 2 fucking
I need an hand, I needs 3 extra stoves
I can it dance, do an avalanche
It's your final chance, get wedding bands
I that white girl like a white man
Atlanta Zone 6 you in trap land
My got a vert, my shit jump out the gym
Bitches down to they neck, just to look at him
She really like me but she love my rims
Yellow lamborghini same my butter Timbs

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 trap boomin' hard, I swear to God
My boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder you trap booms
My goons money in the room
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ARs and ain't no hoe niggas gonna stop us
Your ol' lady so proper at that pussy she poppin'
Holiday season
ARs and choppers no hoe niggas gonna stop us
Your ol' lady so proper at that pussy she poppin'
ARs and ain't no hoe niggas gona stop us
Your ol' lady so look at that pussy she poppin'
I pull out the Rolls and make that top go to
When I pull out my
these 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 build a
Straight flossin' my look like Walter's
Step out the Benz I got my Gucci on
Shout out my Nigga Gucci know his 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 boomin hard bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin than you trap booms
My money in the living room
My trap boomin bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin hard bitch I to God
My trap boomin harder than you trap
My goons money in the living