Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boomin

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

My trap hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I to God
My trap boomin' than you trap booms
My goons in the living room
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I to God
My boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder than you booms
My money 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 choppers ain't no hoe niggas gonna us
Your ol' lady so 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 make top go to droppin'
I pull out my money
Even these hoe watchin'
I hit a lick and went and bought a wing
I sprinkle lemon pepper in that
I my time I had to build a fortress
flossin' my closet look like Walter's
Step out the I got my Gucci skully on
Shout out my Nigga Gucci his money long
Got my bond money, I got my fee
Shout out the BrickSquad, my a quarter key

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