Luyện nghe bài hát Trap House

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

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

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

I'm tired of sellin' bricks, I wanna go
I wonder can I sell 11 mill' like 50
platinum ain't enough, I got too many vices
I love to smoke weed, to shoot dices

Say my life extravagant
I talk cash shit, say I'm arrogant
Well, goddamn cockin it
But at the same time young hoes be slim

Gucci shit, bitch, I beg your pardon
I'm but I'm ballin' like a major artist
I stay high giraffe, pussy
In my house, smokin' rubber kushy

Choppa on the floor, pistol on the
Hood rich so I had a bank account
Junkies goin' in, goin' out
Made a thou' in my trap house

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

Jumped out the whip, everybody
Big clouds of smoke but nobody cookin'
Girl, there go Mane
I want his autograph I'm his biggest fan

Yellow Humvee with the yellow
diamonds the same color as cheddar cheese
And I'm smokin' on that shit
call me temp service 'cause I'll work a bitch

Money like Shaq feet
Runnin' dough a sprinter at a track meet
I heard he got that white
Extended clips them busters get they mind right

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

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

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

Say I'm workin' with wit a or better
Married to the game, me and live together
Street smart nigga, never to the teacher
You can catch me in the bathroom smokin'

Prices low like
Bricks on I-9, get shoppin' cart
deep in the dope game
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
goin' in, junkies goin' out
Made a thou' in my trap house

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