Luyện nghe bài hát Trick or Treat

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

[car peeling out] [car revs peels out]
("Listen to the bitch!") It's Gucci
feet (funky feet) funky feet
Pull up with that stupid beat, orange trick or treat
Stupid geek (tweakin) super street
It's a Super nigga, trick or treat
[Gucci
I the broads, stars and cars look like they just broke in the mall
Home girl seen my mall and said let's go and have a ball
applause change your drawers, Big Gucci not Santa Clause
Young'uns might break the law, whole 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
Glock nine on me, hot rod
ridin double wides, tractor-trailers, ponies
What'chu mean? Bag of beans, 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) funky
Pull up with that stupid beat, Camaro trick or treat
geek... it's super street
It's a Super Sport nigga, or treat
Look at me, look at me
Pull up in my new Ferrari, pull up and say or treat
And after a week, I cop skreet
A pretty car, nigga, trick or
Da Kid:]
Okay our whip, our feet, down our street
But got the broma{?}er'y T, your wife into a freak
Snatch the mighty whip, I gotta eat nigga
You lookin sweet nigga {click clack} or treat nigga
Trunk on thunder, paint mumble
Why your tint so dark? Bitch I'm under
This Brick Squad, nigga it do
Ye ain't Brick Squad pussy who is you?
Money over e'rythang, you
If the General call then you better
BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK, you know the dump
Wooh Da Kid and Guc' gon' pop the trunk

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

[Waka Flame]
All these {?} girls me wantin to fuck
And Monique {?} the old wanna fuck me
I poke you to like Chucky
Came up in one they say I'm lucky, FLOCKA!
Semi little hussy {?} that's a get money
All my girls got Flocka on they {?}
Don't a school girl, need a down-ass slut
Ten of bills I wanna roll and bite
police, fuck police, no license on me
In the V.I.P. no ID cuz got funky feet
Ten left, right, dead guys on me
I'm on E, it's Olde E, I 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 like I my job
Hold my lotto ticket, girls my charm
Ballin like pimps, shit switch
{?} ill, love my sign
And I think I'm James Brown I got feet
Say Flock can't rap, I don't care
FLOCKA!