Luyện nghe bài hát Trap House

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

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

kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred thou' in my trap
Bricks goin' in, bricks 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
'Cause platinum ain't enough, I got too many
I to smoke weed, love to shoot dices

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

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

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

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

Jumped out the whip, everybody
Big clouds of but ain't nobody cookin'
Girl, go Gucci Mane
I want his autograph I'm his biggest fan

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

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

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

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

In my trap house watchin' Center
In the kitchen cookin' but I cookin' dinner
it with 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 live together
Street smart nigga, listen to the teacher
You can catch me in the bathroom reefer

low like Wal-Mart
Bricks on I-9, get your cart
Knee deep in the game
I'm not a farmer but I'm known to push collard greens

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

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