Luyện nghe bài hát Trick or Treat

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

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

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

[Slum
Louis Vuitton, come a flick
You ain't 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 hella
Her mouth wet but stupid dry
I'm movin like a zombie
she woppin me, she boppin me
Got ice, call me Black Ice, really heavy around my neck
I blackout, call me Blackout, look and shot at a nigga that flex
Now I'm bustin at him, I'm at him
He runnin quick with those funky feet
He dead man, I'm toe
I'm a black bag him in sheets
I'm a flatline him, it's with
And he comin back, no heartbeat (ADIOS!)
Brick some rude boys
play around, don't 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 {?} girls call me wantin to fuck
And Monique {?} the old wanna fuck me
I poke you to death like
Came up in one they say I'm lucky, FLOCKA!
Semi hussy {?} that's a get money getter
All my girls got Waka on they {?}
need a school girl, need a down-ass slut
Ten pack of bills I wanna and bite
Fuck police, fuck police, no on me
In the club V.I.P. no ID cuz got 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 wanna me
And gettin out of hand like I lost my arm
Off the like I lost my job
Hold my lotto ticket, girls my charm
like pimps, shit doesn't switch
{?} ill, they my sign
And I think I'm James Brown I got funky
Say can't rap, I don't motherfuckin care
FLOCKA!