Luyện nghe bài hát Trick or Treat

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

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

Funky feet (funky feet) feet
Pull up with that stupid beat, Camaro trick or treat
Stupid geek... it's street
It's a Super Sport nigga, or treat
at me, nigga look at me
Pull up in my new Ferrari, pull up and say trick or
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 trick or treat nigga
Trunk on thunder, candy paint
Why tint so dark? Bitch I'm ridin 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 shoot
BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK, you the dump
Wooh Da Kid and truth gon' pop the trunk

[Slum
Louis Vuitton, come take a
You ain't shit, but you can take a click
It's a when I pop up
Got the top cut lady chick
We super geeked, I'm hella
Her wet but mine stupid dry
I'm movin slow a zombie
she woppin me, she boppin me
Got black ice, call me Black Ice, really heavy around my
I just blackout, call me Blackout, look and shot at a nigga flex
Now I'm bustin at him, I'm at him
He runnin real quick with those funky
He dead man, I'm toe
I'm a black bag him in white
I'm a flatline him, it's with
And he ain't back, no heartbeat (ADIOS!)
Brick Squad some boys
Don't play around, don't fuck with
I pull up on your
Let some shots off, you stuck them
I'm a G-A, N-G, S-T, A

[Waka Flocka
All these {?} girls me wantin to fuck
And Monique {?} the old 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 on they {?}
Don't need a school girl, need a down-ass
Ten pack of 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, twenty right, dead on me
I'm on E, it's Olde E, I I'm 'bout to O.D.
Some fly girls swat me
And gettin out of hand like I lost my arm
Off the chain like I my job
my lotto ticket, girls love my charm
Ballin like pimps, shit doesn't
{?} ill, they love my
And I I'm James Brown I got funky feet
Say Flock can't rap, I don't care
FLOCKA!