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

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

Skinny in the Benz truck
through like a nunchuck
Summertime bring 30s out
Coon put the sticks up
Wait... up, hold up
How can niggas go us?
pussies wouldn't even shoot us
See us roll on 'em a lint brush
Phil movin' out bandos
We leavin' 'til the brick's done
Couple hundred, we vac seal 'em
Just to ride it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist
Bitch you claiming I done fuck
You even gotta trip, bruh
In the in the Maybach
Fuck I even got the tint
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I hide from?
Barcelini shotgun
with him, never mind nigga
Young niggas on Sigel
Word to Mack, they'll somethin'
Wait, wait!
side of Philly my side of town
Bulletproof when I ride 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, that
Niggas rappin', they ain't never sold
Hold this hold
I ain't lettin' these niggas hold
Summertime, coppin' foreign whips
You can the load comin'
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
Niggas dickridin' other niggas, that's a now
I'm rockin' with the same Chasers I've been 'round
Got so much work out we slim down
I'm so all my haters turn friends now
Diamonds like Mike Jackson
Shit shining Mike's jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Royce
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't active
So wavy, I ain't rappin'
Can't tell me that I swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

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

I'm with broads in
Bunch of and the Fanta
Bunch of in the Phantom
Spendin' like a scammer
My niggas in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' at the hammer
law and the scammers
Free my dawgs out the
Black car,
Shorty call, answer
20 in the mansion
Diamonds on me and they
I don't really rappers
Niggas jumpin' on
All bands got my pants saggin'
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 your cop money
All on the actin' like that you got money
We lookin' at you like you need to stop
You killin' yourself with that lil' a block money
I got that go to the mall and get what I paper
You the type hopin' I fall, that's you want, hater
'Member when I was broke? I only had one hater
These suckers gon' hate you no matter you broke or you own
bands, added up
We money, they mad at us
At the jeweler more Rollies
I don't think these man enough
Fuck them niggas, shit we on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
that 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
Shots stoppin', pop, pop, pop, pop
run up on you
Dead bodies,
shot, mama cry
Cops lookin', got an
Lawyer money, nigga, buyin'
Hold! hit my nigga Chino in his head
Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga ain't
No! in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! the racks, we at Vanity Grand
All black
White bitch named
and black, she a panda
White and black, she a
the... rock with the...

I have just run with the rest...