Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Luv

I'm in a
Lions, tigers and gorillas and shit
It's a lot of monkey ass out here too
How to hustle
Rules, laws,

10 million dollars later I'm a blessing
How a rich but still stressing nigga
Glock .40, Smith & Wesson
Streets never ever stop testing niggas
Youngin' give 'em a shot, send a message nigga
Part rapper, goon, still finessing nigga
I in hustle I don't fuck with luck
And it's fuck em kill em all if they don't fuck us
Them three mean a lot boy, sacrifices
Mafia, double check the prices
Niggas killing niggas like got a license
Niggas crossing over like they Iverson
Fuck that 6, they be tracking niggas
I'm about to get a beeper, to black on niggas
Gotti, goodnight, I'm
I be back when quit living through phones
When niggas put the gram down and pick the up
You got follows but no dollars man that shit ain't up
Nah, and all the I done, all the bricks I sold
I can't sleep at night, paranoid it
I be strapped on stage, fuck the award
'Cause I shoot this bitch up and only God

Yeah like I you a long time ago fam, y'all my motivation
I keep fighting this for y'all.
Every I get somethin' in the mail
Whether it's or not from the courts
I keep putting it down because my motivation.
I appreciate the

Niggas riding rims and they mama po'
And they kill a member for that envelope
I'm the Lionel Richie to these
We flip pies to Dominoes
I speak for boys every track I'm on
Until this day my people never rat or
20 in, I'm talking fed pen
The line between us both have so very thin
Amongst my boys of W.E.B. Du
Souls of black folk to hustle wasn't a
Rap everybody skimming off the top
Fuck interest as as you pull it off the lock
Hoes wanna fuck, wanna hate
Certified sack boy, black Ronald
Double M no longer that Buick Regal
Nickel bag niggas so don't make me put a on it
for it or either we take it
Niggas even shooting in a fuckin' cadence
Fell out with some people that I still
I that's how it goes when it's real blood
I remember counting standing in the trap
I my hat to the back, had a hundred stacks
60 m's and 300 tax
Still losing with the south on my back, nigga

I you play by the rules
I came so close the

I pray you play by the
I came so close the

I you play by the rules
We came so close the

I you play by the rules