Luyện nghe bài hát Trick Me

I let you niggas trick me off the streets
I let you niggas trick me off the streets
I wanna 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 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

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

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

A nigga shot me in the ankle and I ain't 'em, ya lucky
Pulled a pistol on me and my wallet, fuck it
Southside nigga money long as Road
Duffle Bag was shot in front of Stop-N-Go
Dropped some at Avianne and I wore it out the store
Remember Aamaco and and riding candy coat
See these 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 fuck it, at nigga feeling
Told you time this a V12, not a Hemi
get it, I'mma get it, Tity get it, I'mma get it
Did ya listen? I did it, I'm exquisite bitch

I can't let you niggas trick me off the
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 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
Street, aye
Street, aye
Street, aye...

And false prophets shall rise
And shall deceive
Matthew

CyHi, yeah, huh
I'm ten toes down shoes glued to the
Married to the streets, I know the rules of
with the tool and I knew they were hating
Niggas mad I rose out the blue 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
trade a cigarette and a Mountain Dew for a statement
And I can't do the state pen for none of ya'll
I in the convo if it don't involve paper, hard labor, huh
Eat with the pall takers, habitual law
Quick with the capers, we dipped when the cops chased us
Pitchin' the got niggas 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 pound is an acre, they us to talk safer
And all my niggas strapped, get smoked like a

While you chilling with your 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 1911 .45 be your side piece
There's a thousand to die, so we ride with variety
And stay away from blow, unless ask you for sobriety
That white will always catch up to you like the Cosby's
Cause they look at 'caine as a menace to
So Craig, don't let Smokey get you on a Friday