Luyện nghe bài hát Trick Me

I can't let you trick me off the streets
I can't let you niggas me off the streets
I don't sell you nothin', pussy nigga talk is cheap
let you niggas trick me off the streets
Can't let you trick me off the streets
Can't let you niggas trick me off the
Boy you might be a cop, you cop shit up off of me
let you niggas 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 with white I'm strictly off the weed
Cause I know these folks tryna me off the streets
So I, tighten up, had to switch my license,
And I know the drought coming so I my prices up
I waste time so I lit my Breitling up
Why you niggas mad, Sosa, lighten up
And that skinny you with, I can tell she tryna' cut
If I put a baby in her, bet them hips'll up
You ass niggas can't get no 3-5 from us
point one four, cause you niggas pie as fuck, aye

I can't let you trick me off the streets
I can't let you trick me off the streets
I don't wanna sell you nothin', pussy 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

A nigga shot me in the ankle and I ain't 'em, ya lucky
a pistol on me and took my wallet, fuck it
Southside money long as Godby Road
Duffle Bag video was shot in front of
Dropped some at Avianne and I wore it out the store
Remember Aamaco and 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, at nigga feeling
Told you last time this a V12, not a
Tity get it, I'mma get it, get it, I'mma get it
Did ya listen? I just did it, I'm bitch

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

And many false shall rise
And shall many
24:11

CyHi, yeah, huh
I'm ten toes shoes glued to the pavement
to the streets, I know the rules of engagement
Moved with the tool and I knew they 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
probably snitch and say they knew the assailant
They'll a cigarette and a Mountain Dew for a statement
And I can't do the state pen for none of ya'll
I ain't in the convo if it involve paper, hard labor, huh
Eat with the pall takers, law breakers
with the card capers, we dipped when the cops chased us
Pitchin' the soft got rich as a ball player, medicinal all flavors
To cover up the smell we shipped it in paper, uh
Rip it with a sharp razor, yeah
My OG turned his Jedi to Darth Vader
A is an acre, they taught us to talk safer
And all my niggas strapped, get smoked like a

While you chilling with bitch that pull up in broad day her
So do me a favor, listen to me wisely
When you're out here hustling, make sure you do it
Let your 1911 .45 be your side
There's a ways to die, so we ride with variety
And stay away from blow, they ask you for sobriety
That girl will always catch up to you like the Cosby's
Cause they look at 'caine as a to society
So Craig, let Smokey get you smoked on a Friday