Luyện nghe bài hát Trap House

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

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

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

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

Say my life extravagant
I talk shit, bitches say I'm arrogant
Well, goddamn Gucci it
But at the time young hoes be jockin' slim

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

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

Money kinda but we can work it out
Made a thou' 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

Humvee with 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 like a sprinter at a track
I heard he got that white
clips make them busters get they mind right

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

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

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

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

Prices low Wal-Mart
Bricks on I-9, get your shoppin'
deep in the dope game
I'm not a farmer but I'm known to push them greens

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

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