Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Money Remix

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

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

Mook!
20 Benz back, you see a nigga, that's my pack
Look I ain't got no record deal so no it ain't no rap
You see the in my jeans, I can't fit no rubber band
22 on cents, wrap it 'round them
And first I the tractor, bust 'em out the wrapper
Get 'em to my trappers and bring me back them rat chicks
off goin fast, you can call it cheetah girl
When I get the panky you know I'm water her
No top on the whip, tank top V
You can call me top cause all I do is wifebeat
Talkin smart on the phone, price gone up
it or leave it homeboy, either way I give a fuck
Pot cold, LB's, kush by the
Yeah I sell 'em for the low and get 'em for the dirt
Get in just how you want, I'm a trap sto'
Well connected nigga of my amigos
Flyin down 20 East, trunk of dirty birdies
In the middle of the drought we let them fly for 30
In the kitchen cuttin I gotta do my two-step
Yeah I'm bad leg trappin, bring it to front stop
Now I'm on Y-65, got off I-10
In the van, fill it up with midgets man
I mean the good I know is and it ain't come from rappin money
Ten bands, all tens, nigga my trap money