Luyện nghe bài hát Trick Me

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

Ok I 750 off a P
On the phone with Mr. Krabs so I'm talking cheese
I don't fuck with I'm eating strictly off the weed
I know these folks tryna strip me off the streets
So I, tighten up, had to my license, bruh
And I know the drought coming so I my prices up
I waste time so I lit my Breitling up
Why you niggas mad, Sammy Sosa, up
And that skinny you with, I can tell she tryna' cut
If I put a baby in her, bet hips'll 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 let you niggas trick me off the streets
I don't wanna sell you nothin', nigga talk is cheap
Can't let you niggas me off the streets
let you niggas trick 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 niggas trick me off the

A nigga shot me in the ankle and I kill 'em, ya lucky
a pistol on me and took my wallet, fuck it
Southside nigga money long as Road
Duffle Bag video was shot in front of
Dropped some racks at Avianne and I it out the store
Remember and Optimo 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 shows a milli
Hey, dripping the ceiling fuck it, look at nigga feeling
Told you last this a V12, not a Hemi
Tity get it, I'mma get it, get it, I'mma 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 don't wanna sell you nothin', pussy nigga is cheap
Can't let you 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 be a cop, you can't cop shit up off of me
Can't let you trick me off the streets
Street, aye
Street, aye
Street, aye...

And many false prophets shall
And deceive many
24:11

CyHi, yeah, huh
I'm ten down shoes glued to the pavement
Married to the streets, I know the rules of
Moved the tool and I knew they were hating
Niggas mad I rose out the like I'm Jalen
I can hit my goon with 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 with the pall takers, habitual law
Quick with the card capers, we when the cops chased us
Pitchin' the soft got niggas rich as a player, medicinal all flavors
To cover up the smell we shipped it in paper, uh
Rip it open a sharp razor, yeah
My OG his young Jedi to Darth Vader
A is an acre, they taught us to talk safer
And all my strapped, get smoked like a Gar-

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 here hustling, make 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 blow, unless they ask you for sobriety
white 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