Luyện nghe bài hát Trick or Treat

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

[car peeling out] [car revs peels out]
("Listen to the track bitch!") It's
feet (funky feet) funky feet
Pull up with that stupid beat, orange Camaro or treat
Stupid geek (tweakin) super street
It's a Super Sport nigga, trick or
Mane:]
I flee the broads, stars and cars look like they just in the mall
Home girl seen my auto and said let's go and have a ball
Hold applause your drawers, Big Gucci not Santa Clause
Young'uns might just break the law, Squad be like "Damn the law"
If you seen ain't what you saw, Scary Movie, Saw 3
East Atlanta, whassup Santa, ride with me
nine on me, hot rod lonely
Gucci ridin 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, listenin to the
Gucci!

Funky (funky feet) funky feet
Pull up that stupid beat, orange Camaro trick or treat
Stupid geek... it's super
It's a Super Sport nigga, or treat
at me, nigga look 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, trick or
Da Kid:]
Okay our whip, our feet, ridin down our
But got the broma{?}er'y T, turn your wife a freak
Snatch the mighty iron whip, I gotta eat
You lookin sweet {click clack} trick or treat nigga
on thunder, candy paint mumble
Why tint so dark? Bitch I'm ridin under
Brick Squad, nigga what it do
Ye Brick Squad pussy nigga who is you?
Money e'rythang, even you
If the General call then you better
BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK, you know the dump
Wooh Da Kid and Guc' truth pop the trunk

[Slum
Vuitton, come take a flick
You ain't shit, but you can take a click
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 slow a zombie
she woppin me, she boppin me
Got black ice, call me Black Ice, really heavy my neck
I just blackout, call me Blackout, and shot at a nigga that flex
Now I'm bustin at him, I'm at him
He runnin real quick with funky feet
He dead man, I'm toe
I'm a black bag him in sheets
I'm a flatline him, over with
And he ain't back, no heartbeat (ADIOS!)
Squad some rude boys
Don't play around, fuck with them
I pull up on your
Let shots off, you stuck with them
I'm a G-A, N-G, S-T, A

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