Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Money Remix

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

[B.A.]
B.A.!!
Blue lights flashin, checkin out my
Gangster so flashy, Louis magnum
How he out here Dat be what they askin
I drop the white crease, call it dope boy
Dopeology, you should one of my classes
Hit me in the hood, red carpet, saggin
Rob you on Front Street in 75
My potnahs know I'm good in the besides rappin
I got trap money cabin, 30 if you askin
D trap money lavish, ain't make it rappin
Fruity bezel the cabbage, them niggaz taxin
like Maverick, blowin loud in the traffic
I a nigga twosie in some Rap Lord fashion
Say young'n in the hood, I'm a money addict
Cartier glasses, you see that I got
I wake up early in the mornin I 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 in my jeans, I can't fit no rubber band
22 on cents, I'ma it 'round them
And first I unload the tractor, 'em out the wrapper
Get 'em to my trappers and they me back them rat chicks
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 top cause all I do is wifebeat
Talkin smart on the phone, price just up
Take it or leave it homeboy, either way I give a
Pot cold, LB's, by the O-Z's
Yeah I 'em for the low and get 'em for the dirt cheap
Get in just how you want, I'm a walkin trap
connected nigga courtesy of my amigos
Flyin 20 East, trunk full of dirty birdies
In the of the drought we let them bitches 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, 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 from rappin
Ten bands, all tens, nigga that's my trap