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

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

Skinny nigga in the Benz
Swingin' through a nunchuck
Summertime bring 30s out
Coon put the sticks up
Wait... up, hold up
How can niggas go us?
Cold pussies wouldn't even us
See us roll on 'em a lint brush
Phil movin' out them
We ain't leavin' 'til the brick's
hundred, we gon' vac seal 'em
Just to ride with it like a truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist
Bitch you claiming I been fuck
You even gotta trip, bruh
In the in the Maybach
Fuck I got the tint for?
I'm the nigga got one
Who the I gotta hide from?
ridin' shotgun
Shooters with him, mind nigga
niggas on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, rock somethin'
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 we run the city
But we movin', say we joggin' now
Hit the city and we down
Ain't no now, niggas out of bounds
Plug this, plug
Niggas rappin', they ain't never sold
Hold this that
I ain't lettin' niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, coppin' foreign whips
You can tell the comin'
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
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 dancin' like Mike
Shit shining Mike's jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Rolls
the rearview, see my life backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I active
So wavy, nigga I rappin'
Can't me that I ain't swaggin', no way

2: Panda]

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

I'm with in Atlanta
of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the
Spendin' like a scammer
My young niggas in the whippin'
Whippin', livin' at the hammer
Duckin' law and the
my dawgs out the slammer
Black car,
Shorty call, never
20 in the mansion
Diamonds on me and they
I don't understand rappers
jumpin' on bandwagons
All these bands got my pants
63s on the Benz
62s on the
Bitch I'm comin' for the
62s in the pot,
Tryna whip it up and bring it way
You in the and spending your cop money
All on the 'Gram actin' like you got money
We lookin' at you like you need to stop
You killin' yourself with that lil' half a money
I got go to the mall and get what I want paper
You the type hopin' I fall, that's what you want,
'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 these niggas man
them niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, they got nothin' on us
Niggas we never fuck with
Run and people that we fronted on 'em
Nigga 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,
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 ain't dead
No! Ball in on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Grand
All black
White named Samantha
and black, she a panda
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... with the...

I should have run with the rest...