Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Money Remix

[Chorus 2X: Mane]
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, out my mansion
Gangster so flashy, Louis Vuitton
How he out here swaggin? Dat be what askin
I the white crease, call it dope boy magic
Dopeology, you take one of my classes
Hit me in the hood, red carpet, pants
Rob you on Front in 75 classic
My potnahs know I'm good in the hood 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 like Maverick, blowin loud in the
I robbed a twosie in some 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 trap money

Mook!
20 Benz back, you see a nigga, my pack money
Look I ain't got no record so no it ain't no rap money
You see the stack in my jeans, I can't fit no band
22 on cents, I'ma wrap it them
And I unload the tractor, bust 'em out the wrapper
Get 'em to my trappers and they bring me back them rat
Bust off 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 all I do is wifebeat
Talkin smart on the phone, price just up
Take it or it homeboy, either 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 cheap
Get in just how you want, I'm a walkin trap
Well connected nigga courtesy of my
Flyin down 20 East, full of dirty birdies
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 your stop
Now I'm on Y-65, just got off
In the van, fill 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 trap