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 really rap
20 for a hoe and really trap money

[B.A.]
B.A.!!
Blue lights flashin, checkin out my
Gangster so flashy, Louis Vuitton
How he out swaggin? Dat be what they askin
I drop the crease, call it dope 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 money cabin, it's 30 if you askin
D trap money lavish, ain't gotta make it
Fruity bezel the cabbage, them niggaz taxin
Ballin like Maverick, blowin loud in the
I robbed a nigga twosie in some Rap Lord
Say in the hood, I'm a trap money addict
glasses, you see that I got money
I wake up early in the I need me some trap money

Mook!
20 Benz back, you see a nigga, that's my money
Look I ain't got no record deal so no it no rap money
You see the stack in my jeans, I can't fit no rubber
22 on cents, wrap it 'round them
And first I the tractor, bust 'em out the wrapper
Get 'em to my and they bring me back them rat chicks
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, top Louis V
You can call me tank top all I do is wifebeat
Talkin smart on the phone, price gone up
Take it or leave it homeboy, way I give a fuck
Pot cold, LB's, by the O-Z's
Yeah I sell 'em for the low and get 'em for the dirt
Get in just how you want, I'm a walkin trap
Well connected nigga courtesy of my
Flyin down 20 East, trunk full of dirty
In the middle of the we let them bitches fly for 30
In the kitchen cuttin I gotta do my two-step
I'm bad leg trappin, bring it to your front stop
Now I'm on Y-65, just got off
In the handicap van, fill it up with man
I mean the good I know is show and it ain't come rappin money
Ten bands, all tens, nigga that's my money