Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Talk

started out with blood
50k in on me
...........put on me
just pulled up in the club
we just put my on it
home boy his mug on
hey i wanna get my on
fuck ill put my gloves on
say no how i eat
b.c 32 my street
brick squad runners 10 deep
im tryin to 10 billion keys
fuck what a boy say to me
aka i wit me
mac 99 not far my dogs dont even play wit me
in my apartment 80 a
stack a 80 g's
old dope rider front
off set 73
you say he's a traper
i hang around a gang of thieves
they prolly charge 200g's sell your ass a sak of leaves
gucci mane up the sound
dead drunk my uncle
touch my brother dood n i'll and shoot or cut your throat
mane fuck up the sound
dead drunk my uncle
touch my brother dood n i'll and shoot or cut your throat

my cookers made a 50 pack i ran strait it
got numbers in my blow spot my trap house boomin talkin talk
i bet up wit me talkin trap talk
im still in my trap aka my blow spot
got some meny chops and glock no to keep the door lockd
im talkin trap talk
bitch i bet up wit me talkin talk

55 bricks fronted to me
23 5hunit a piece
357 sit on top of the
plus a air 15 aint far my reach
got a house on flashore nothin but dro
apartment on the crest i get all the blow
went from pan to to a to the show
now a 26 a sit up unda the rows
a nigga thing he playin wit me betta wit his noise
put a in his chest bout the size of a mole
i gota j that swing my door n i pay them in i got cookers on my team that snort and i pay them in coke

my cookers made a 50 i ran strait threw it
got numbers in my blow spot my trap house is boomin talkin talk
bitch i bet up wit me talkin talk
im still in my trap aka my blow spot
got some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door
bitch im talkin talk
bitch i bet up wit me trap talk

theres not no one in the game wit swagger than this
i can wit any ho wit just the flick of my wrist
sittin on my finger cost ten brick of the snif
for matchin cardia 20 bags of tha pills
you can talk n say your sick but i aint goin
try n think of the newest murder gonna drop him
flow harder than running
tatted up like barker
more than your baby father
wrist colder than border
lang gonna get you life in
dont get no likin on
have my out back and slot-er
fuck around you stinkin partner
diamonds in this bitch look like newvo on my fist
this shits with a twist so i keep a new on my dick

my cookers made a 50 pack i ran strait it
got numbers in my spot my trap house boomin talkin trap talk
bitch i bet up wit me talkin talk
im in my trap house aka my blow spot
got meny chops and glock no need to keep the door lockd
im talkin trap talk
bitch i bet up wit me talkin talk