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

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

Skinny nigga in the Benz
Swingin' through a nunchuck
bring them 30s out
Tell put the sticks up
Wait... hold up, up
How can go against us?
pussies wouldn't even shoot us
See us roll on 'em a lint brush
Phil out them bandos
We leavin' 'til the brick's done
hundred, we gon' vac seal 'em
Just to ride with it like a truck
Wait, wait, and the wrist bust
you claiming I done been fuck
You ain't even trip, bruh
In the in the Maybach
Fuck I even got the tint
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I gotta from?
Barcelini ridin'
Shooters with him, never mind
Young niggas on Sigel
Word to Mack, they'll rock
Wait, wait!
North side of Philly my side of
whip when I ride around
Niggas talk shit when I'm not
tell you that we run the city
But we movin', gotta say we now
Hit the and we runnin' down
no runnin' now, niggas out of bounds
Plug this, that
rappin', they ain't never sold nothin'
Hold this hold
I lettin' these niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, coppin' foreign whips
You can tell the comin'
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad comin'
Niggas dickridin' other niggas, that's a now
I'm still rockin' with the same Chasers been 'round
Got so much work out we might down
I'm so poppin' all my haters friends now
Diamonds dancin' Mike Jackson
Shit like Mike's jacket
in a Rolls Royce
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't active
So wavy, I ain't rappin'
Can't tell me that I swaggin', no way

2: Panda]

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

I'm broads in Atlanta
of drugs and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the
money like a scammer
My young niggas in the whippin'
Whippin', livin' at the hammer
Duckin' law and the
Free my out the slammer
car, panther
Shorty call, never
20 in the mansion
Diamonds on me and dancin'
I don't really rappers
jumpin' on bandwagons
All these bands got my saggin'
63s on the Benz
62s on the
Bitch I'm comin' for the
62s in the pot,
whip it up and bring it way back
You in the club and spending your cop
All on the actin' like that you got money
We lookin' at you like you need to stop
You killin' yourself with that lil' half a money
I got go to the mall and get what 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 buyin' more Rollies
I don't think these niggas man
Fuck them niggas, we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
Niggas we never fuck with
Run and tellin' that we fronted on 'em
Nigga 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 nigga 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 black
White bitch named
White and black, she a
and black, she a panda
Whippin' the... rock the...

I should have just run the rest...