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

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

Skinny nigga in the truck
Swingin' like a nunchuck
Summertime them 30s out
Tell Coon put the up
Wait... up, hold up
How can go against us?
Cold pussies wouldn't shoot us
See us on 'em like a lint brush
movin' out them bandos
We ain't 'til the brick's done
Couple hundred, we gon' vac 'em
Just to ride with it like a Brinks
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist
Bitch you I done been fuck
You ain't even trip, bruh
In the in the Maybach
Fuck I even got the for?
I'm the nigga got one
Who the I gotta hide from?
Barcelini ridin'
Shooters with him, mind nigga
Young on Sigel Street
to Mack, they'll rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
North of Philly my side of town
Bulletproof whip when I ride
Niggas talk shit when I'm not
Wouldn't tell you that we run the
But we movin', say we joggin' now
Hit the and we runnin' down
Ain't no runnin' now, out of bounds
Plug this, plug
rappin', they ain't never sold nothin'
Hold hold that
I ain't lettin' these niggas hold
Summertime, niggas coppin' foreign
You can tell the load
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 Chasers I've been
Got so much work out we might down
I'm so all my haters turn friends now
Diamonds like Mike Jackson
Shit shining like Mike's
Moonwalkin' in a Royce
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't active
So wavy, nigga I ain't
Can't tell me I ain't swaggin', no way

2: Panda]

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

I'm with broads in
Bunch of drugs and the
Bunch of guns in the
money like a scammer
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', large at the hammer
law and the scammers
Free my out the slammer
Black car,
call, never answer
20 in the mansion
on me and they dancin'
I don't really rappers
Niggas jumpin' on
All bands got my pants saggin'
63s on the Benz
62s on the
Bitch I'm 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' half a block
I got go to the mall and get what I want paper
You the type I fall, that's what you want, hater
'Member back when I was broke? I only had one
suckers gon' hate you no matter you broke or you own paper
Hundred bands, up
We gettin' money, mad at us
At the jeweler buyin' Rollies
I don't think niggas man enough
them niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, they got nothin' on us
Niggas we never fuck with
Run and tellin' that we fronted on 'em
Nigga me put a hundred 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 in his head
Hold! him to LIV my nigga ain't dead
No! in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Grand
All black
White bitch Samantha
White and black, she a
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... rock the...

I should have run with the rest...