Luyện nghe bài hát Trick Me

I let you niggas trick me off the streets
I can't let you niggas trick me off the
I don't wanna sell you nothin', pussy nigga talk is
Can't let you niggas trick me off the
Can't let you niggas me off the streets
Can't let you niggas me off the streets
Boy you be a cop, you can't cop shit up off of me
Can't let you trick me off the streets

Ok I 750 off a P
On the with Mr. Krabs so I'm busy talking cheese
I don't fuck white I'm eating strictly off the weed
I know these folks tryna strip me off the streets
So I, tighten up, had to switch my license,
And I know the drought coming so I switch my up
I don't waste so I lit my Breitling up
Why you niggas mad, Sosa, lighten up
And that skinny bitch you with, I can she tryna' cut
If I put a baby in her, bet them widen up
You lame ass can't get no 3-5 from us
Three point one four, you niggas pie as fuck, aye

I can't let you niggas me off the streets
I let you niggas trick me off the streets
I don't wanna you nothin', pussy nigga talk is cheap
Can't let you trick me off the streets
Can't let you trick me off the streets
Can't let you niggas me off the streets
Boy you might be a cop, you cop shit up off of me
Can't let you niggas me off the streets

A nigga shot me in the ankle and I kill 'em, ya lucky
Pulled a pistol on me and my wallet, fuck it
nigga money long as Godby Road
Duffle Bag video was in front of Stop-N-Go
some racks at Avianne and I wore it out the store
Remember and Optimo and riding candy coat
See these niggas try to me off the streets, I can feel it
Hundred thousand for a show so every ten that's a milli
Hey, dripping from the ceiling fuck it, look at feeling
Told you last time a V12, not a Hemi
Tity get it, I'mma get it, get it, I'mma get it
Did ya I just did it, I'm exquisite bitch

I let you niggas trick me off the streets
I can't let you trick me off the streets
I wanna sell you nothin', pussy nigga talk is cheap
Can't let you trick me off the streets
Can't let you trick me off the streets
let you niggas trick me off the streets
Boy you be a cop, you can't cop shit up off of me
Can't let you niggas trick me off the
Street, aye
Street, aye
Street, aye...

And many false prophets rise
And deceive many
Matthew

CyHi, yeah, huh
I'm ten toes down glued to the pavement
Married to the streets, I the rules of engagement
Moved with the tool and I knew were hating
Niggas mad I rose out the blue like I'm
I can easily hit my goon with the
Let him do the job, this how I'm used to
They'll probably and say they knew the assailant
trade a cigarette and a Mountain Dew for a statement
And I can't do the state pen for of ya'll haters
I ain't in the if it don't involve paper, hard labor, huh
Eat the pall takers, habitual law breakers
Quick the card capers, we dipped when the cops chased us
Pitchin' the soft got niggas rich as a ball player, all flavors
To cover up the smell we it in wall paper, uh
Rip it open with a razor, yeah
My OG turned his young Jedi to Vader
A pound is an acre, they taught us to talk
And all my niggas strapped, get smoked a Gar-

While you chilling your bitch that pull up in broad day her
So do me a small favor, to me wisely
When out here hustling, make sure you do it quietly
Let 1911 .45 be your side piece
a thousand ways to die, so we ride with variety
And stay from blow, unless they ask you for sobriety
white girl will always catch up to you like the Cosby's
Cause they at 'caine as a menace to society
So Craig, don't let Smokey get you on a Friday