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 in the Benz truck
Swingin' like a nunchuck
Summertime them 30s out
Coon put the sticks up
Wait... up, hold up
How can niggas go us?
Cold pussies wouldn't shoot us
See us on 'em like a lint brush
Phil movin' out them
We leavin' 'til the brick's done
hundred, we gon' vac seal 'em
Just to ride it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, and the wrist bust
Bitch you claiming I done been
You even gotta trip, bruh
In the in the Maybach
Fuck I even got the tint
I'm the nigga got one
Who the fuck I hide from?
Barcelini shotgun
with him, never mind nigga
Young on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, they'll rock
Wait, wait!
North side of Philly my of town
Bulletproof whip when I around
Niggas talk shit when I'm not
Wouldn't you that we run the city
But we movin', say we joggin' now
Hit the city and we down
Ain't no runnin' now, niggas out of
Plug this, that
Niggas rappin', they ain't sold nothin'
Hold this that
I ain't these niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas coppin' whips
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 Chasers I've been 'round
Got so work out we might slim down
I'm so poppin' all my haters turn now
dancin' like Mike Jackson
Shit like Mike's jacket
in a Rolls Royce
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, now I ain't active
So wavy, nigga I rappin'
tell 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 in the Phantom
Spendin' money a scammer
My niggas in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' large at the
law and the scammers
Free my dawgs out the
car, panther
Shorty call, never
20 in the mansion
Diamonds on me and dancin'
I really understand rappers
Niggas on bandwagons
All these bands got my saggin'
63s on the Benz
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 your cop money
All on the 'Gram actin' like you got money
We lookin' at you like you need to money
You killin' yourself that lil' half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get I want paper
You the type I fall, that's what you want, hater
'Member back I was broke? I only had one hater
These gon' hate you no matter you broke or you own paper
Hundred bands, up
We gettin' money, mad at us
At the jeweler more Rollies
I don't think niggas man enough
them niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, ain't got nothin' on us
Niggas that we never fuck
Run and tellin' people that we 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
money, nigga, buyin' time
Hold! They hit my nigga Chino in his
Hold! Took him to LIV my ain't dead
No! in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Grand
All black
White bitch named
White and black, she a
White and black, she a
Whippin' the... rock the...

I should have just run the rest...