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 every day
You how I play!

Skinny in the Benz truck
through like a nunchuck
Summertime bring 30s out
Tell put the sticks up
Wait... up, hold up
How can go against us?
Cold pussies wouldn't even us
See us on 'em like a lint brush
Phil movin' out them
We ain't leavin' 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 I done been fuck
You ain't even gotta trip,
In the trenches in the
I even got the tint for?
I'm the only 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 whip when I around
Niggas talk shit 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 runnin' now, out of bounds
Plug this, plug
Niggas rappin', they never sold nothin'
Hold hold that
I ain't these niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, coppin' foreign whips
You can tell the comin'
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
dickridin' other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still with the same Chasers I've been 'round
Got so work out we might slim down
I'm so poppin' all my haters turn now
Diamonds like Mike Jackson
Shit shining like Mike's
Moonwalkin' in a Royce
Through the rearview, see my backwards
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

2: Panda]

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

I'm with broads in
of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of in the Phantom
Spendin' like a scammer
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' at the hammer
Duckin' law and the
my dawgs out the slammer
Black car,
Shorty call, never
20 foreigns in the
on me and they dancin'
I really understand rappers
jumpin' on bandwagons
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 cop money
All on the 'Gram actin' that you got money
We at you like you need to stop money
You killin' yourself with that lil' half a money
I got that go to the mall and get what I paper
You the type hopin' I fall, that's what you want,
'Member back when I was I only had one hater
These suckers gon' hate you no matter you or you own paper
bands, added up
We gettin' money, mad at us
At the jeweler buyin' Rollies
I don't think niggas man enough
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
Niggas that we never 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,
Head shot, cry
Cops lookin', got an
Lawyer money, nigga, buyin'
Hold! They hit my nigga in his head
Hold! him to LIV my nigga ain't dead
No! Ball in on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Vanity
All Panamera
bitch named Samantha
White and black, she a
and black, she a panda
Whippin' the... with the...

I should just run with the rest...