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

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

Skinny nigga in the Benz
Swingin' through like a
Summertime bring 30s out
Coon put the sticks up
Wait... hold up, up
How can niggas go us?
Cold pussies wouldn't shoot us
See us roll on 'em like a brush
movin' out them bandos
We leavin' 'til the brick's done
Couple hundred, we vac seal 'em
Just to with 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
I even got the tint for?
I'm the nigga got one
Who the I gotta hide from?
Barcelini shotgun
Shooters with him, never nigga
niggas on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, they'll rock
Wait, wait!
North side of Philly my of town
Bulletproof whip when I around
Niggas 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'
no runnin' now, niggas out of bounds
Plug this, plug
rappin', they ain't never sold nothin'
Hold hold that
I lettin' these niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas coppin' whips
You can the load comin'
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
dickridin' other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the same 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 jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Rolls
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't
So wavy, nigga I rappin'
Can't me that I ain't swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

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

I'm broads in Atlanta
Bunch of and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the
Spendin' like a scammer
My young niggas in the kitchen
Whippin', livin' at the hammer
Duckin' law and the
Free my out the slammer
Black car,
Shorty call, never
20 foreigns in the
Diamonds on me and they
I don't really understand
jumpin' on bandwagons
All bands got my pants saggin'
63s on the wagon
62s on the
I'm comin' 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 lookin' at you like you need to money
You killin' yourself with that lil' half a money
I got go to the mall and get what I want paper
You the hopin' I fall, that's what you want, hater
'Member when I was broke? I only had one hater
These suckers gon' hate you no you broke or you own paper
Hundred bands, up
We gettin' money, mad at us
At the jeweler buyin' more
I don't think niggas man enough
them niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
Niggas that we never fuck
Run and tellin' people that we 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
money, nigga, buyin' time
Hold! hit my nigga Chino in his head
Hold! him to LIV my nigga ain't dead
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
Whippin' the... rock the...

I should just run with the rest...