Luyện nghe bài hát Trap House

In the trap house, in the house
In the trap house, Gucci Mane, it

on the floor, pistol on the coach
Hood rich so I never had a account
Junkies goin' in, junkies out
Made a hundred in my trap house

Money short but we can work it out
Made a hundred thou' in my trap
Bricks goin' in, goin' out
Made a hundred thou' in my trap

I'm tired of sellin' bricks, I go legit
I wonder can I sell 11 mill' 50 Cent
'Cause ain't enough, I got too many vices
I love to weed, love to shoot dices

Say my life extravagant
I cash shit, bitches say I'm arrogant
Well, Gucci cockin it
But at the same time young be jockin' slim

Gucci ain't shit, bitch, I beg pardon
I'm independent but I'm like a major artist
I high like giraffe, pussy
In my trap house, smokin' rubber

on the floor, pistol on the coach
Hood rich so I never had a account
Junkies goin' in, junkies out
Made a thou' in my trap house

Money kinda but we can work it out
Made a hundred in my trap house
Bricks goin' in, goin' out
a hundred thou' in my trap house

Jumped out the whip, everybody
Big clouds of smoke but ain't cookin'
Girl, there go Mane
I want his 'cause I'm his biggest fan

Yellow Humvee the yellow feet
Yellow diamonds the same color as cheddar
And I'm smokin' on purple shit
They call me temp service 'cause I'll work a

long like Shaq feet
Runnin' dough a sprinter at a track meet
I heard he got that soft
Extended clips make them busters get mind right

Choppa on the floor, pistol on the
Hood rich so I never had a bank
Junkies goin' in, junkies out
Made a hundred thou' in my trap

Money kinda but we can work it out
a hundred thou' in my trap house
Bricks goin' in, bricks out
a hundred thou' in my trap house

In my trap house Sports Center
In the kitchen cookin' but I ain't dinner
Splash it the water, whip it, make it harder
17 for 'em the number as Quincy Carter

Say I'm with wit a mill' or better
Married to the game, me and [Incomprehensible] live
Street smart nigga, never to the teacher
You can me in the bathroom smokin' reefer

Prices low like
Bricks on I-9, get your cart
Knee deep in the dope
I'm not a farmer but I'm known to push them collard

on the floor, pistol on the coach
Hood rich so I never had a bank
Junkies goin' in, goin' out
a hundred thou' in my trap house

Money kinda short but we can it out
Made a hundred in my trap house
goin' in, bricks goin' out
Made a hundred in my trap house