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
Swingin' through a nunchuck
bring them 30s out
Tell Coon put the up
Wait... hold up, up
How can niggas go us?
pussies wouldn't even shoot us
See us roll on 'em like a lint
Phil out them bandos
We ain't leavin' the brick's done
Couple hundred, we vac seal 'em
Just to ride with it a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist
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 I gotta hide from?
ridin' shotgun
Shooters with him, mind nigga
niggas on Sigel Street
Word to Mack, they'll rock
Wait, wait!
North side of my side of town
Bulletproof whip I ride around
talk shit when I'm not around
Wouldn't you that we run the city
But we movin', gotta say we now
Hit the city and we down
Ain't no runnin' now, out of bounds
this, plug that
Niggas rappin', they ain't never nothin'
Hold hold that
I ain't lettin' these hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas coppin' foreign
You can tell the comin'
Put my on the flyer
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
Niggas other niggas, that's a trend now
I'm rockin' with the same Chasers I've been 'round
Got so work out we might slim down
I'm so poppin' all my haters friends now
Diamonds like Mike Jackson
Shit shining like jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Rolls
Through the rearview, see my life
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't
So wavy, I ain't rappin'
Can't tell me I ain't swaggin', no way

2: Panda]

This right here, nigga
We up
Litted, it's
Philly!

I'm with in Atlanta
Bunch of drugs and the
Bunch of in the Phantom
Spendin' money like a
My young niggas in the kitchen
Whippin', large at the hammer
Duckin' law and the
Free my out the slammer
Black car,
Shorty call, answer
20 foreigns in the
on me and they dancin'
I don't understand rappers
jumpin' on bandwagons
All these bands got my 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 club and spending cop money
All on the 'Gram like that you got money
We lookin' at you you need to stop money
You yourself with that lil' half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get what I paper
You the type I fall, that's what you want, hater
'Member back I was broke? I only had one hater
These suckers gon' hate you no matter you or you own paper
bands, added up
We gettin' money, 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 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
Shots stoppin', pop, pop, pop, pop
run up on you
Dead bodies,
Head shot, cry
lookin', got an alibi
Lawyer money, nigga, time
Hold! They hit my Chino in his head
Hold! him to LIV my nigga ain't dead
No! in Miami on Sunday, we did
Ho! the racks, we at Vanity Grand
All Panamera
White named Samantha
and black, she a panda
White and black, she a
the... rock with the...

I have just run with the rest...