Luyện nghe bài hát Trick or Treat

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

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

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

[Slum
Louis Vuitton, take a flick
You takin shit, but you can take a click
It's a nightmare I pop up
Got the top cut wit'cho chick
We super geeked, I'm high
Her wet but mine stupid dry
I'm movin like a zombie
she woppin me, she boppin me
Got black ice, me Black Ice, really 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 with those funky feet
He dead man, I'm toe
I'm a black bag him in white
I'm a flatline him, over with
And he ain't back, no heartbeat (ADIOS!)
Brick some rude boys
Don't play around, fuck with them
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 {?} girls call me wantin to fuck
And {?} the old ladies wanna fuck me
I poke you to death like
Came up in one year say I'm lucky, FLOCKA!
Semi little hussy {?} that's a get getter
All my girls got Waka on they {?}
Don't need a school girl, a down-ass slut
Ten pack of I wanna roll and bite
Fuck police, fuck police, no on me
In the club V.I.P. no ID cuz got funky
Ten left, right, dead guys on me
I'm on E, it's E, I think I'm 'bout to O.D.
fly girls wanna swat me
And gettin out of hand like I lost my arm
Off the chain I lost my job
Hold my 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 rap, I don't motherfuckin care
FLOCKA!