Luyện nghe bài hát Trick Me

I can't let you trick 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 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 might be a cop, you can't cop up off of me
Can't let you trick me off the streets

Ok I 750 off a P
On the phone with Mr. so I'm busy talking cheese
I don't fuck white I'm eating strictly off the weed
Cause I know these tryna strip 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 don't waste time so I lit my up
Why you mad, Sammy 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 niggas get no 3-5 from us
point one four, cause you niggas pie as fuck, aye

I let you niggas trick me off the streets
I can't let you niggas trick me off the
I wanna sell you nothin', pussy nigga talk is cheap
Can't let you niggas trick me off the
Can't let you niggas trick me off the
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

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

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

And false prophets shall rise
And shall many
24:11

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

While you chilling with bitch that pull up in broad day her
So do me a small favor, listen to me
When you're out hustling, make sure you do it quietly
Let your 1911 .45 be your piece
There's a thousand to die, so we ride with variety
And stay away blow, unless they ask you for sobriety
That white 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