Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Vibes (Summer Sixteen & Panda Remix)

Turn me up Cruz
I told Barcelini if them niggas hatin' gon' suffer
I'm goin' up a every day
You how I play!

Skinny in the Benz truck
through like a nunchuck
Summertime them 30s out
Tell put the sticks up
Wait... hold up, up
How can go against us?
Cold pussies wouldn't shoot us
See us roll on 'em a lint brush
Phil out them bandos
We ain't 'til the brick's done
Couple hundred, we vac seal 'em
Just to ride with it a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, and the wrist bust
Bitch you claiming I been fuck
You ain't gotta trip, bruh
In the trenches in the
Fuck I even got the for?
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I hide from?
ridin' shotgun
Shooters with him, never nigga
Young on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, they'll rock
Wait, wait!
North of Philly my side of town
Bulletproof whip when I ride
Niggas talk shit I'm not around
Wouldn't tell you we run the city
But we movin', say we joggin' now
Hit the city and we runnin'
Ain't no now, niggas out of bounds
this, plug that
Niggas rappin', they ain't never nothin'
Hold this that
I ain't lettin' these niggas hold
Summertime, coppin' foreign whips
You can tell the comin'
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
Niggas dickridin' niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the Chasers I've been 'round
Got so much work out we slim down
I'm so poppin' all my turn friends now
Diamonds like Mike Jackson
shining like Mike's jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Rolls
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, now I ain't active
So wavy, nigga I rappin'
Can't me that I ain't swaggin', no way

2: Panda]

This right here, nigga
We up
Litted, it's
Philly!

I'm with broads in
Bunch of and the Fanta
of guns in the Phantom
Spendin' money a scammer
My young niggas in the whippin'
Whippin', livin' at the hammer
law and the scammers
Free my out the slammer
car, panther
Shorty call, answer
20 foreigns in the
Diamonds on me and dancin'
I really understand rappers
jumpin' on bandwagons
All these bands got my saggin'
63s on the Benz
62s on the
Bitch I'm comin' for the
62s in the pot,
Tryna whip it up and it way back
You in the club and spending cop money
All on the 'Gram like that you got money
We lookin' at you you need to stop money
You killin' yourself with that lil' a block money
I got that go to the mall and get I want paper
You the type hopin' I fall, that's what you want,
back when I was broke? I only had one hater
These suckers hate you no matter you broke or you own paper
bands, added up
We gettin' money, mad at us
At the buyin' more Rollies
I don't think niggas man enough
them niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
Niggas that we never fuck
Run and tellin' that we fronted on 'em
Nigga made me put a on you
Do you dirty, put the on you
never stoppin', pop, pop, pop, pop
run up on you
Dead bodies,
shot, mama cry
Cops lookin', got an
money, nigga, buyin' time
Hold! They hit my nigga Chino in his
Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga dead
No! in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! the racks, we at Vanity Grand
All black
White named Samantha
and black, she a panda
White and black, she a
the... rock with the...

I should just run with the rest...