Luyện nghe bài hát Trick Me

I can't let you 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 niggas 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 trick me off the

Ok I 750 off a P
On the phone with Mr. Krabs so I'm busy cheese
I don't fuck with white I'm eating strictly off the
Cause I know folks tryna strip me off the streets
So I, tighten up, had to my license, bruh
And I know the coming so I switch my prices up
I don't waste time so I lit my up
Why you mad, Sammy Sosa, lighten up
And that bitch you with, I can tell 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
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 niggas trick me off the
I don't wanna sell you nothin', pussy nigga talk is
Can't let you trick me off the streets
Can't let you niggas me off the streets
Can't let you niggas trick me off the
Boy you might be a cop, you can't cop up off of me
Can't let you trick me off the streets

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

I let you niggas trick me off the streets
I can't let you niggas 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
Can't let you trick me off the streets
Boy you be a cop, you can't cop shit up off of me
let you niggas trick me off the streets
Street, aye
Street, aye
Street, aye...

And many false prophets rise
And shall many
Matthew

CyHi, yeah, huh
I'm ten toes down shoes to the pavement
to the streets, I know the rules of engagement
Moved with the tool and I knew they were
Niggas mad I rose out the blue I'm Jalen
I can easily hit my with the payment
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 if it don't involve paper, hard labor, huh
Eat the pall takers, habitual 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 it in wall paper, uh
Rip it open a sharp razor, yeah
My OG turned his young Jedi to Vader
A pound is an acre, they taught us to safer
And all my niggas strapped, get smoked a Gar-

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