Luyện nghe bài hát Trick Me

I can't let you niggas me off the streets
I let you niggas trick me off the streets
I don't wanna sell you nothin', 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 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 my prices up
I don't waste time so I lit my up
Why you niggas mad, Sosa, lighten up
And that skinny bitch you with, I can tell she cut
If I put a baby in her, bet them widen 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 niggas trick me off the
I let you niggas trick me off the streets
I don't wanna sell you nothin', 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 trick me off the streets
Boy you be a cop, you can't cop shit up off of me
Can't let you niggas me off the streets

A nigga me in the ankle and I ain't kill 'em, ya lucky
Pulled a on me and took my wallet, fuck it
Southside nigga money as Godby Road
Bag video 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 niggas try to me off the streets, I can feel it
Hundred thousand for a so every ten shows that's a milli
Hey, dripping from the fuck it, look at nigga feeling
Told you last this a V12, not a Hemi
Tity get it, I'mma get it, Tity get it, get it
Did ya I just did it, I'm exquisite bitch

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

And many false shall rise
And shall deceive
Matthew

CyHi, yeah, huh
I'm ten toes shoes glued to the pavement
Married to the streets, I the rules of engagement
Moved with the tool and I knew they hating
Niggas mad I out the blue like I'm Jalen
I can easily hit my goon the payment
Let him do the job, how I'm used to behaving
They'll probably snitch and say they knew the
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 convo if it don't paper, hard labor, huh
Eat the pall takers, habitual law breakers
Quick with the card capers, we dipped when the cops us
Pitchin' the got niggas rich as a ball player, medicinal all flavors
To cover up the smell we it in wall paper, uh
Rip it open with a sharp razor,
My OG turned his young Jedi to Darth
A pound is an acre, they taught us to safer
And all my niggas strapped, get smoked 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 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 girl will catch up to you like the Cosby's
Cause look at 'caine as a menace to society
So Craig, don't let Smokey get you smoked on a