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 hundred day
You how I play!

Skinny nigga in the truck
Swingin' through like a
bring them 30s out
Tell Coon put the up
Wait... up, hold up
How can go against us?
Cold pussies even shoot us
See us roll on 'em like a lint
Phil out them bandos
We ain't leavin' 'til the done
Couple hundred, we gon' vac 'em
Just to ride with it like a truck
Wait, wait, and the wrist bust
Bitch you claiming I been fuck
You ain't even gotta trip,
In the in the Maybach
Fuck I got the tint for?
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I gotta from?
ridin' shotgun
Shooters with him, never nigga
Young niggas on Sigel
to Mack, they'll rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
North side of my side of town
whip when I ride around
Niggas talk shit I'm not around
tell you that we run the city
But we movin', gotta say we 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 hold that
I ain't these niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas coppin' foreign
You can the load comin'
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
Niggas other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers I've been
Got so much work out we might slim
I'm so poppin' all my haters friends now
Diamonds dancin' Mike Jackson
shining like Mike's jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Rolls
the rearview, see my life 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

[Part 2:

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

I'm broads in Atlanta
Bunch of drugs and the
Bunch of guns in the
Spendin' money like a
My young niggas in the whippin'
Whippin', livin' large at the
Duckin' law and the
Free my out the slammer
Black car,
Shorty call, answer
20 in the mansion
Diamonds on me and they
I don't understand rappers
Niggas jumpin' on
All these bands got my pants
63s on the wagon
62s on the
Bitch I'm for the payback
62s in the pot,
Tryna whip it up and it way back
You in the and spending your 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 half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get what I want
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 niggas man enough
Fuck niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
Niggas that we never fuck
Run and tellin' people 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,
shot, mama cry
Cops lookin', got an
Lawyer money, nigga, buyin'
Hold! They hit my Chino in his head
Hold! Took him to LIV my nigga ain't
No! in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Grand
All Panamera
White named Samantha
and black, she a panda
White and black, she a
the... rock with the...

I have just run with the rest...