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

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

Skinny nigga in the Benz
Swingin' through like a
bring them 30s out
Tell Coon put the up
Wait... up, hold up
How can niggas go us?
Cold pussies even shoot us
See us roll on 'em like a lint
Phil movin' out bandos
We ain't 'til the brick's done
Couple hundred, we gon' vac 'em
to ride with it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist
Bitch you claiming I done fuck
You even gotta trip, bruh
In the in the Maybach
Fuck I got the tint for?
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I gotta from?
Barcelini ridin'
Shooters with him, never nigga
niggas on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
North side of my side of town
whip when I ride around
Niggas shit when I'm not around
Wouldn't tell you that we run the
But we movin', gotta say we now
Hit the city and we runnin'
no runnin' now, niggas out of bounds
Plug this, plug
Niggas rappin', they ain't sold nothin'
this hold that
I ain't lettin' these niggas nothin'
Summertime, niggas foreign whips
You can tell the comin'
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
Niggas dickridin' other niggas, that's a now
I'm still rockin' with the same I've been 'round
Got so much work out we might down
I'm so poppin' all my haters turn now
dancin' like Mike Jackson
Shit shining Mike's jacket
in a Rolls Royce
Through the rearview, see my life
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't
So wavy, nigga I ain't
Can't tell me I ain't swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

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

I'm with in Atlanta
Bunch of and the Fanta
Bunch of in the Phantom
Spendin' money a scammer
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', large 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 dancin'
I really understand rappers
Niggas jumpin' on
All bands got my pants saggin'
63s on the Benz
62s on the
I'm comin' for the payback
62s in the pot,
Tryna whip it up and it way back
You in the club and your cop money
All on the 'Gram like that you got money
We lookin' at you like you to stop money
You killin' yourself with that half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get what I want
You the hopin' I fall, that's what you want, hater
back when 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 jeweler more Rollies
I don't think these man enough
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, ain't got nothin' on us
Niggas that we never with
Run and tellin' people that we 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,
Head shot, cry
Cops lookin', got an
Lawyer money, nigga, buyin'
Hold! They hit my Chino in his head
Hold! Took him to LIV my ain't dead
No! Ball in on Sunday, we did
Ho! the racks, we at Vanity Grand
All Panamera
White named Samantha
White and black, she a
White and black, she a
the... rock with the...

I should have just run the rest...