Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Money Remix

[Chorus 2X: Gucci
I got money, I got trap-I got trap [2X]
I got 20 for a show, but it's really rap
20 for a hoe and really trap money

[B.A.]
B.A.!!
Blue lights flashin, checkin out my
so flashy, Louis Vuitton magnum
How he out here Dat be what they askin
I drop the white crease, call it boy magic
Dopeology, you should one of my classes
Hit me in the hood, red carpet, saggin
Rob you on Street in 75 classic
My potnahs I'm good in the hood besides rappin
I got trap cabin, it's 30 if you askin
D trap lavish, ain't gotta make it rappin
Fruity the cabbage, them country niggaz taxin
Ballin Maverick, blowin loud in the traffic
I robbed a nigga twosie in some Rap Lord
Say young'n in the hood, I'm a trap money
Cartier glasses, you see I got money
I wake up early in the mornin I need me some money

Mook!
20 back, you see a nigga, that's my pack money
Look I ain't got no record deal so no it ain't no rap
You see the stack in my jeans, I can't fit no band
22 on cents, I'ma it 'round them
And I unload the tractor, bust 'em out the wrapper
Get 'em to my trappers and they bring me back them rat
off goin fast, you can call it cheetah girl
When I get the panky you know I'm whippin her
No top on the whip, tank top V
You can call me tank top cause all I do is
Talkin smart on the phone, price just up
Take it or leave it homeboy, way I give a fuck
Pot cold, LB's, kush by the
I sell 'em for the low and get 'em for the dirt cheap
Get in just how you want, I'm a walkin sto'
Well connected nigga courtesy of my
Flyin down 20 East, trunk full of dirty
In the middle of the drought we let them fly for 30
In the kitchen work I gotta do my two-step
Yeah I'm bad leg trappin, bring it to front stop
Now I'm on Y-65, just got off
In the handicap van, it up with midgets man
I mean the I know is show and it ain't come from rappin money
Ten bands, all tens, nigga that's my money