Luyện nghe bài hát Trick Me

I can't let you niggas trick me off the
I let you niggas trick me off the streets
I don't sell you nothin', pussy 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 me off the streets
Boy you might be a cop, you can't cop up off of me
Can't let you niggas trick me off the

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

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

A shot me in the ankle and I ain't kill 'em, ya lucky
a pistol on me and took my wallet, fuck it
Southside nigga money long as Godby
Duffle Bag video was shot in of Stop-N-Go
Dropped some racks at and I wore it out the store
Aamaco and Optimo and riding candy 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 the ceiling fuck it, look at nigga feeling
Told you last time this a V12, not a
Tity get it, I'mma get it, get it, I'mma get it
Did ya listen? I just did it, I'm bitch

I can't let you 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 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 can't cop 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
24:11

CyHi, yeah, huh
I'm ten toes down shoes to the pavement
Married to the streets, I know the rules of
Moved with the tool and I knew they were
Niggas mad I out the blue like I'm Jalen
I can hit my goon with the payment
Let him do the job, this how I'm used to
They'll probably snitch and say they 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 ain't in the if it don't involve paper, hard labor, huh
Eat the pall takers, habitual law breakers
Quick with the card capers, we when the cops chased us
Pitchin' the got niggas rich as a ball player, medicinal all flavors
To cover up the we shipped 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 us to talk safer
And all my niggas strapped, get smoked a Gar-

While you chilling with your bitch pull up in broad day her
So do me a favor, listen to me wisely
you're out here hustling, make sure you do it quietly
Let your 1911 .45 be side piece
There's a ways to die, so we ride with variety
And away from 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 menace to
So Craig, don't let get you smoked on a Friday