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 goin' up a every day
You how I play!

Skinny nigga in the truck
through like a nunchuck
Summertime them 30s out
Tell put the sticks up
Wait... hold up, up
How can go against us?
Cold pussies wouldn't even us
See us roll on 'em like a lint
Phil movin' out them
We ain't leavin' 'til the brick's
hundred, we gon' vac seal 'em
Just to ride it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the bust
Bitch you I done been fuck
You ain't gotta trip, bruh
In the trenches in the
Fuck I even got the tint
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 rock
Wait, wait!
side of Philly my side of town
Bulletproof whip when I around
talk shit when I'm not around
Wouldn't tell you that we run the
But we movin', gotta say we now
Hit the city and we down
Ain't no runnin' now, out of bounds
Plug this, that
Niggas rappin', they never sold nothin'
Hold hold that
I ain't these niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas foreign whips
You can tell the load
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
Niggas other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still rockin' the same Chasers I've been 'round
Got so much out we might slim down
I'm so poppin' all my haters friends now
dancin' like Mike Jackson
Shit shining Mike's jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Royce
Through the rearview, see my life
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, now I ain't active
So wavy, nigga I rappin'
Can't me that I ain't swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

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

I'm broads in Atlanta
Bunch of drugs and the
of guns in the Phantom
Spendin' like a scammer
My niggas in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' large at the
Duckin' law and the
Free my dawgs out the
Black car,
call, never answer
20 in the mansion
Diamonds on me and dancin'
I really understand rappers
Niggas 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 whip it up and bring it way
You in the and spending your cop money
All on the 'Gram actin' that you got money
We lookin' at you you need to stop money
You killin' yourself with that lil' half a block
I got that go to the and get what I want paper
You the type hopin' I fall, that's what you want,
back when I was broke? I only had one hater
These suckers 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 think these niggas man enough
Fuck them niggas, we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, ain't got nothin' on us
Niggas that we never fuck
Run and people that we fronted on 'em
Nigga made me put a 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! hit my nigga Chino 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 Grand
All Panamera
White named Samantha
and black, she a panda
White and black, she a
the... rock with the...

I should just run with the rest...