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

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

Skinny in the Benz truck
through like a nunchuck
Summertime them 30s out
Tell put the sticks up
Wait... hold up, up
How can niggas go us?
Cold pussies wouldn't shoot 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 bust
you claiming I done been fuck
You even gotta trip, bruh
In the trenches in the
I even got the tint for?
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I gotta from?
Barcelini ridin'
Shooters him, never mind nigga
Young niggas on Sigel
Word to Mack, they'll somethin'
Wait, wait!
North side of Philly my side of
Bulletproof whip I ride around
talk shit when I'm not around
Wouldn't tell you that we run the
But we movin', say we joggin' 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 hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas coppin' whips
You can the load comin'
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
dickridin' other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm rockin' 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 dancin' like Jackson
shining like Mike's jacket
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 that I swaggin', no way

2: Panda]

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

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

I should just run with the rest...