Luyện nghe bài hát Trap (Remix)

Gucci!
All my niggas!
Burr!
Woo! I'm rich!

x2: Rich The Kid]
(x6)
All my young
(x4)
Hit it wit the remix,
No straight drop, my whole hood

1: Rich The Kid]
My is dancing
I pull up in
I out a mansion
My bitches they come cross the
They naked no bra or no
I fly with a & i fly with a fish
And I whip and I'm my wrist
My ice from the
I'm the Lakers
I'm rich like the
Fuck a feelings, bitch I'm rich, I don't give a damn
I just fucked a nigga baby off of Instagram
Trapping and it turned into rapping
I don't even know how it
The money is in an orderly fashion
Young nigga I'm and trapping
the work wit' no spatula
Pull up in 'Rarri, I'm crawling
My nigga got choppers, and uzis
I they'll damage ya
Migo gang, pull up flexin' 30
Lamb no brains, got it off of

[Verse 2: Mane]
It's gucci ain't nothing sweeter, xanax and three hang from my neck
Hand me this remix and break this, save it from not busting
Gwuop bricks I'm buzzing deep, these my streets I raise yo
at a one thot a pen drop off the pet jump shots Durant
Plus your bitch got me misconstrued some broke dude that I ain't
From you uncle 50 thousand dank and he even it yet
Off the packs so quick pac hit me up then kick the intact
Zone 6 DEA Iraq, they got my back and on the track
Guwop, bad, Young Gucci bad, fuck and get wet
Go relax, go rin in lap, pull up in a cab
I bought a half, shop did the don she soley out
Rob your man, 10 thousand I had to feed the fam