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
Swingin' through a nunchuck
Summertime them 30s out
Coon put the sticks up
Wait... up, hold up
How can niggas go us?
pussies wouldn't even shoot us
See us on 'em like a lint brush
movin' out them bandos
We ain't leavin' 'til the 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 done been
You ain't even gotta trip,
In the trenches in the
Fuck I got the tint for?
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I hide from?
Barcelini shotgun
with him, never mind nigga
Young niggas on Street
Word to Mack, they'll rock
Wait, wait!
North side of Philly my of town
Bulletproof whip when I ride
Niggas talk when I'm not around
tell you that we run the city
But we movin', say we joggin' now
Hit the city and we runnin'
Ain't no runnin' now, niggas out of
Plug this, plug
Niggas rappin', they ain't never sold
Hold hold that
I ain't lettin' these niggas hold
Summertime, coppin' foreign whips
You can tell the comin'
Put my name on the
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 work out we might slim down
I'm so poppin' all my haters turn now
Diamonds dancin' Mike Jackson
Shit shining like jacket
in a Rolls Royce
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, now I ain't active
So wavy, nigga I rappin'
tell me that I ain't swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

This summer right here,
We up
Litted, litted
Philly!

I'm with in Atlanta
Bunch of drugs and the
Bunch of guns in the
Spendin' money like a
My young niggas in the whippin'
Whippin', livin' at the hammer
law and the scammers
Free my dawgs out the
car, panther
Shorty call, answer
20 in the mansion
Diamonds on me and they
I really understand rappers
Niggas on bandwagons
All these bands got my saggin'
63s on the Benz
62s on the
I'm comin' for the payback
62s in the pot,
Tryna it up and bring it way back
You in the club and spending your cop
All on the 'Gram actin' like that you got
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, what you want, hater
'Member back I was broke? I only had one hater
These gon' hate you no matter you broke or you own paper
Hundred bands, up
We money, they mad at us
At the buyin' more Rollies
I don't think niggas man enough
Fuck niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, ain't got nothin' on us
Niggas we never fuck with
Run and tellin' that we fronted on 'em
made me put a hundred on you
Do you dirty, put the on you
Shots stoppin', pop, pop, pop, pop
run up on you
Dead bodies,
Head shot, cry
Cops lookin', got an
money, nigga, buyin' time
Hold! They hit my Chino in his head
Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga dead
No! Ball in on Sunday, we did
Ho! the racks, we at Vanity Grand
All Panamera
White bitch named
and black, she a panda
White and black, she a
the... rock with the...

I should just run with the rest...