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

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

Skinny in the Benz truck
Swingin' through like a
Summertime them 30s out
Coon put the sticks up
Wait... up, hold up
How can niggas go us?
Cold pussies even shoot us
See us roll on 'em like a brush
Phil movin' out them
We ain't leavin' 'til the done
Couple hundred, we gon' vac 'em
Just to ride it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist
Bitch you claiming I been fuck
You ain't even trip, bruh
In the trenches in the
I even got the tint for?
I'm the nigga got one
Who the fuck I gotta from?
Barcelini shotgun
Shooters with him, never mind
Young niggas on Street
Word to Mack, they'll rock
Wait, wait!
North of Philly my side of town
Bulletproof 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'
Ain't no runnin' now, niggas out of
Plug this, that
Niggas rappin', ain't never sold nothin'
Hold this that
I ain't lettin' these niggas nothin'
Summertime, coppin' foreign whips
You can tell the comin'
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
Niggas dickridin' other niggas, that's a now
I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers been 'round
Got so much work out we might down
I'm so poppin' all my haters turn now
Diamonds dancin' Mike Jackson
Shit like Mike's jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Rolls
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, two 10s on a 20, nigga 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 in Atlanta
of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the
Spendin' money like a
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' at the hammer
law and the scammers
Free my out the slammer
Black car,
Shorty call, never
20 foreigns in the
on me and they dancin'
I really understand rappers
Niggas jumpin' on
All these bands got my pants
63s on the Benz
62s on the
Bitch I'm comin' for the
62s in the pot,
Tryna it up and bring 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 lil' half a block money
I got go to the mall and get what I want paper
You the hopin' I fall, that's what you want, hater
'Member back when I was broke? I had one hater
These suckers gon' hate you no matter you broke or you own
Hundred bands, up
We money, they mad at us
At the jeweler more Rollies
I don't think these niggas man
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
that we never fuck with
Run and people 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 Chino in his head
Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga ain't
No! in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Grand
All black
bitch named Samantha
White and black, she a
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... rock the...

I have just run with the rest...