Luyện nghe bài hát Trick or Treat

[** feat. Slim Dunkin, The Kid & Waka Flocka:]

[car peeling out] [car revs peels out]
("Listen to the track bitch!") Gucci
Funky feet (funky feet) feet
Pull up with stupid beat, orange Camaro trick or treat
geek (tweakin) it's super street
It's a Sport nigga, trick or treat
[Gucci
I flee the broads, stars and cars look like they just in the mall
Home girl seen my mall and said let's go and have a ball
Hold applause change your drawers, Big Gucci not Clause
Young'uns might just break the law, whole Squad be "Damn the law"
If what you seen ain't what you saw, Movie, Saw 3
East Atlanta, Santa, Alabama ride with me
Glock on me, hot rod lonely
Gucci double wides, tractor-trailers, ponies
mean? Bag of beans, same boy from the magazines
Two three magazines, make a stupid horror scene
Orange Ferrari, trees, whippin like on gold D's
Pimpin like I'm Goldie, to the oldies
Gucci!

Funky feet (funky feet) feet
Pull up with that beat, orange Camaro trick or treat
Stupid geek... it's street
It's a Super Sport nigga, or treat
Look at me, nigga at me
Pull up in my new Ferrari, up and say trick or treat
And after a week, I cop skreet
A pretty car, nigga, or treat
Da Kid:]
Okay our whip, our feet, ridin our street
But got the broma{?}er'y T, turn your into a freak
the mighty iron whip, I gotta eat nigga
You lookin sweet {click clack} trick or treat nigga
Trunk on thunder, candy mumble
Why your tint so dark? I'm ridin under
This Squad, nigga what it do
Ye ain't Squad pussy nigga who is you?
Money e'rythang, even you
If the General call then you better
BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK, you the dump
Wooh Da Kid and Guc' gon' pop the trunk

[Slum
Louis Vuitton, come a flick
You ain't takin shit, but you can take a
It's a when I pop up
Got the top cut wit'cho chick
We super geeked, I'm high
Her mouth wet but mine dry
I'm movin like a zombie
while she woppin me, she me
Got black ice, call me Black Ice, really heavy around my
I just blackout, call me Blackout, look and shot at a that flex
Now I'm at him, I'm gunnin at him
He runnin real quick those funky feet
He man, I'm toe taggin
I'm a black bag him in white
I'm a flatline him, over with
And he comin back, no heartbeat (ADIOS!)
Brick some rude boys
play around, don't fuck with them
I up on your block
Let some shots off, you stuck with
I'm a G-A, N-G, S-T, A

[Waka Flocka
All these {?} girls call me wantin to
And Monique {?} the old ladies fuck me
I poke you to death Chucky
Came up in one they say I'm lucky, FLOCKA!
Semi little hussy {?} that's a get getter
All my girls got Flocka on they {?}
Don't need a school girl, a down-ass slut
Ten pack of bills I roll and bite
Fuck police, fuck police, no on me
In the V.I.P. no ID cuz got funky feet
Ten left, right, dead guys on me
I'm on E, Olde E, I think I'm 'bout to O.D.
Some fly girls wanna me
And it's gettin out of like I lost my arm
Off the like I lost my job
Hold my ticket, girls love my charm
like pimps, shit doesn't switch
{?} ill, they love my
And I I'm James Brown I got funky feet
Say Flock can't rap, I don't motherfuckin
FLOCKA!