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

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

Skinny nigga in the truck
Swingin' through like a
Summertime bring 30s out
Coon put the sticks up
Wait... up, hold up
How can go against us?
Cold pussies wouldn't even us
See us on 'em like a lint brush
Phil movin' out bandos
We leavin' 'til the brick's done
hundred, we gon' vac seal 'em
Just to ride it like a Brinks truck
Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist
Bitch you claiming I been fuck
You even gotta trip, bruh
In the trenches in the
I even got the tint for?
I'm the only got one
Who the fuck I gotta hide
Barcelini ridin'
Shooters him, never mind nigga
Young niggas on Street
to Mack, they'll rock somethin'
Wait, wait!
North side of Philly my of town
whip when I ride around
Niggas 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 runnin'
no runnin' now, niggas out of bounds
Plug this, that
Niggas rappin', they ain't never nothin'
Hold this that
I ain't these niggas hold nothin'
Summertime, niggas coppin' foreign
You can tell the load
Put my name on the
All the trappers, all the bad hoes
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 turn friends now
Diamonds like Mike Jackson
shining like Mike's jacket
Moonwalkin' in a Royce
Through the rearview, see my backwards
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't
So wavy, I ain't rappin'
tell me that I ain't swaggin', no way

[Part 2:

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

I'm broads in Atlanta
Bunch of and the Fanta
Bunch of in the Phantom
Spendin' like a scammer
My niggas in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', large at the hammer
law and the scammers
Free my dawgs out the
car, panther
Shorty call, answer
20 in the mansion
Diamonds on me and they
I don't really rappers
Niggas jumpin' on
All these bands got my pants
63s on the Benz
62s on the
Bitch I'm comin' for the
62s in the pot,
Tryna whip it up and it way back
You in the club and spending cop money
All on the 'Gram actin' like that you got
We lookin' at you like you need to stop
You killin' yourself with that lil' a block money
I got that go to the and get what I want paper
You the type hopin' I fall, what you want, hater
'Member back when I was I only had one hater
These suckers gon' hate you no matter you or you own paper
bands, added up
We money, they mad at us
At the buyin' more Rollies
I don't think niggas man enough
them niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em
Niggas, they ain't got on us
Niggas that we never with
Run and tellin' people 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,
Head shot, cry
Cops lookin', got an
Lawyer money, nigga, buyin'
Hold! They hit my nigga Chino in his
Hold! him to LIV my nigga ain't dead
No! Ball in on Sunday, we did
Ho! Blowin' the racks, we at Grand
All Panamera
White bitch named
White and black, she a
and black, she a panda
Whippin' the... with the...

I should just run with the rest...