Luyện nghe bài hát Trick or Treat

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

[car peeling out] [car revs then peels
("Listen to the track bitch!") It's
Funky (funky feet) funky feet
Pull up with that stupid beat, orange trick or treat
Stupid (tweakin) it's super street
It's a Super nigga, trick or treat
[Gucci
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 change drawers, Big Gucci not Santa 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
East Atlanta, whassup Santa, ride with me
nine on me, hot rod lonely
Gucci double wides, tractor-trailers, ponies
mean? Bag of beans, same boy from the magazines
Two AK's three magazines, make a stupid horror
Ferrari, purple 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, orange Camaro trick or
Stupid geek... it's super
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 another
A pretty car, nigga, trick or
[Wooh Da
Okay our whip, our feet, ridin our street
But got the T, turn your wife into 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 ain't Squad pussy nigga who is you?
over e'rythang, even you
If the call then you better shoot
BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK, you know the dump
Wooh Da Kid and truth gon' pop the trunk

[Slum
Louis Vuitton, take a flick
You ain't takin shit, but you can a click
It's a when I pop up
Got the top cut wit'cho chick
We geeked, I'm hella high
Her mouth wet but stupid dry
I'm movin slow like a
while she woppin me, she me
Got black ice, call me Black Ice, really heavy my neck
I just blackout, me Blackout, look and shot 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 back, no heartbeat (ADIOS!)
Brick some rude boys
Don't play around, don't fuck them
I pull up on block
Let some shots off, you stuck them
I'm a G-A, N-G, S-T, A

[Waka Flame]
All {?} girls call me wantin to fuck
And Monique {?} the old wanna fuck me
I you to death like Chucky
Came up in one year 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, need a down-ass
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, it's Olde E, I I'm 'bout to O.D.
Some fly wanna swat me
And gettin out of hand like I lost my arm
Off the like I lost my job
Hold my lotto ticket, girls love my
like pimps, shit doesn't switch
{?} ill, love my sign
And I think I'm Brown I got funky feet
Say can't rap, I don't motherfuckin care
FLOCKA!