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

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

Skinny in the Benz truck
Swingin' like a nunchuck
Summertime bring 30s out
Tell Coon put the up
Wait... up, hold up
How can niggas go us?
Cold pussies even shoot us
See us on 'em like a lint brush
Phil movin' out bandos
We leavin' 'til the brick's done
Couple hundred, we gon' vac 'em
Just to ride with it a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist
Bitch you claiming I been fuck
You even gotta trip, bruh
In the in the Maybach
Fuck I got the tint for?
I'm the nigga got one
Who the fuck I gotta hide
Barcelini ridin'
with him, never mind nigga
Young on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
North side of Philly my side of
whip when I ride around
Niggas talk shit when I'm not
Wouldn't tell you we run the city
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', they ain't sold nothin'
Hold this that
I ain't lettin' niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, coppin' foreign whips
You can tell the load
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
Niggas dickridin' niggas, that's a trend now
I'm still with the same Chasers I've been 'round
Got so much out we might slim down
I'm so poppin' all my haters turn now
Diamonds dancin' like Mike
Shit shining like jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Rolls
Through the rearview, see my life
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I active
So wavy, I ain't rappin'
tell me that I ain't swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

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

I'm with in Atlanta
of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of in the Phantom
Spendin' like a scammer
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', large at the hammer
Duckin' law and the
Free my dawgs out the
Black car,
call, never answer
20 foreigns in the
Diamonds on me and dancin'
I really understand rappers
Niggas on bandwagons
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 club and spending your cop
All on the 'Gram actin' like you got money
We lookin' at you like you need to stop
You killin' yourself with that lil' half a block
I got that go to the mall and get what I paper
You the type hopin' I fall, what you want, hater
'Member when I was broke? I only had one hater
These gon' hate you no matter you broke or you own paper
Hundred bands, up
We money, they mad at us
At the jeweler more Rollies
I don't think these niggas man
Fuck niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, ain't got nothin' on us
Niggas that we fuck with
Run and tellin' that we fronted on 'em
Nigga made me put a on you
Do you dirty, put the on you
never 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 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
Whippin' the... with the...

I should just run with the rest...