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

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

Skinny nigga in the Benz
Swingin' like a nunchuck
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 a lint brush
Phil out them bandos
We ain't 'til the brick's done
Couple hundred, we gon' vac 'em
Just to ride with it like a Brinks
Wait, wait, and the wrist bust
Bitch you claiming I done fuck
You ain't gotta trip, bruh
In the trenches in the
Fuck I even got the for?
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I gotta from?
ridin' shotgun
Shooters with him, never mind
Young niggas on Sigel
Word to Mack, they'll somethin'
Wait, wait!
North of Philly my side of town
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 and we runnin' down
Ain't no now, niggas out of bounds
Plug this, plug
Niggas rappin', they ain't sold nothin'
Hold this that
I ain't lettin' these hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas coppin' foreign
You can tell the load
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
dickridin' other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm rockin' with the same Chasers I've been 'round
Got so much work out we might down
I'm so poppin' all my turn friends now
Diamonds dancin' like Jackson
Shit like Mike's jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Rolls
Through the rearview, see my backwards
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 broads in Atlanta
of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the
Spendin' like a scammer
My young in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', large at the hammer
law and the scammers
Free my out the slammer
Black car,
call, never answer
20 in the mansion
on me and they dancin'
I don't understand rappers
Niggas jumpin' on
All these bands got my saggin'
63s on the Benz
62s on the
I'm comin' for the payback
62s in the pot,
whip it up and bring it way back
You in the club and your cop money
All on the 'Gram like that you got money
We lookin' at you you need to stop money
You killin' yourself with that half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get I want paper
You the type hopin' I fall, that's what you want,
'Member back when I was I only had one hater
These suckers gon' you no matter you broke or you own paper
Hundred bands, up
We money, they mad at us
At the jeweler buyin' more
I think these niggas man enough
Fuck niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, they got nothin' on us
Niggas that we never with
Run and tellin' that we fronted on 'em
made 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,
shot, mama cry
Cops lookin', got an
Lawyer money, nigga, buyin'
Hold! They hit my nigga Chino in his
Hold! Took him to LIV my ain't dead
No! Ball in on Sunday, we did
Ho! the racks, we at Vanity Grand
All Panamera
White bitch named
and black, she a panda
White and black, she a
the... rock with the...

I have just run with the rest...