Luyện nghe bài hát Trick or Treat

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

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

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

[Slum
Louis Vuitton, 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 stupid dry
I'm slow like a zombie
she woppin me, she boppin me
Got black ice, call me Black Ice, really 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 real quick with those funky feet
He man, I'm toe taggin
I'm a bag him in white sheets
I'm a him, it's over with
And he ain't comin back, no (ADIOS!)
Brick Squad rude boys
Don't play around, don't with them
I pull up on your
Let some shots off, you 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 ladies wanna me
I you to death like Chucky
Came up in one they say I'm lucky, FLOCKA!
little hussy {?} that's a get money getter
All my got Waka Flocka on they {?}
Don't a school girl, need a down-ass slut
Ten pack of bills I wanna roll and
Fuck police, 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 I lost my job
Hold my ticket, girls love my charm
Ballin like pimps, doesn't switch
{?} ill, they my sign
And I think I'm Brown I got funky feet
Say Flock can't rap, I motherfuckin care
FLOCKA!