Luyện nghe bài hát Trick or Treat

[** feat. Slim Dunkin, Wooh The Kid & Waka

[car out] [car revs then peels out]
("Listen to the track bitch!") Gucci
Funky feet (funky feet) feet
up with that stupid beat, orange Camaro trick or treat
Stupid geek (tweakin) super street
It's a Super nigga, trick or treat
Mane:]
I the broads, stars and cars look like they just broke in the mall
Home girl seen my auto mall and said let's go and have a
Hold applause change your drawers, Big Gucci not Clause
Young'uns might just the law, whole Squad be like "Damn the law"
If what you seen what you saw, Scary Movie, Saw 3
Atlanta, whassup Santa, Alabama ride with me
Glock nine on me, hot rod
Gucci ridin wides, tractor-trailers, ponies
What'chu mean? Bag of beans, boy from the magazines
Two AK's three magazines, make a stupid scene
Orange Ferrari, trees, whippin like on gold D's
Pimpin I'm Goldie, listenin to the oldies
Gucci!

Funky feet (funky feet) feet
Pull up that stupid beat, orange Camaro trick or treat
Stupid geek... super street
a Super Sport nigga, trick or treat
Look at me, nigga at me
up in my new Ferrari, pull 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, your wife into a freak
the mighty iron whip, I gotta eat nigga
You lookin nigga {click clack} trick or treat nigga
Trunk on thunder, paint mumble
Why your tint so dark? Bitch I'm under
Brick Squad, nigga what it do
Ye ain't Brick pussy nigga who is you?
over e'rythang, even you
If the General then you better shoot
BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK, you the dump
Wooh Da Kid and truth gon' 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 hella
Her mouth wet but mine dry
I'm movin slow a zombie
while she woppin me, she me
Got ice, call me Black Ice, really heavy around 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 real quick with those funky feet
He dead man, I'm toe
I'm a black bag him in white
I'm a him, it's over with
And he ain't comin back, no (ADIOS!)
Brick some rude boys
Don't play around, 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 to fuck
And {?} the old ladies wanna fuck me
I poke you to death Chucky
up in one year they say I'm lucky, FLOCKA!
Semi hussy {?} that's a get money getter
All my girls got Waka Flocka on {?}
Don't need a school girl, a down-ass slut
Ten pack of bills I roll and bite
police, fuck police, no license on me
In the club V.I.P. no ID cuz got feet
Ten left, right, dead guys on me
I'm on E, it's E, I think I'm 'bout to O.D.
Some fly wanna swat me
And gettin out of hand like I lost my arm
Off the chain I lost my job
Hold my lotto ticket, girls love my
Ballin like pimps, shit switch
{?} ill, love my sign
And I think I'm James Brown I got feet
Say Flock rap, I don't motherfuckin care
FLOCKA!