Luyện nghe bài hát Trick or Treat

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

[car peeling out] revs then peels out]
("Listen to the bitch!") It's Gucci
feet (funky feet) funky feet
Pull up that stupid beat, orange Camaro trick or treat
Stupid geek (tweakin) it's street
It's a Sport nigga, trick or treat
Mane:]
I flee the broads, and cars look like they just broke in the mall
Home girl seen my mall and said let's go and have a ball
applause change your drawers, Big Gucci not Santa Clause
Young'uns might just break the law, 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 ridin wides, tractor-trailers, ponies
mean? Bag of beans, same boy from 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) feet
Pull up with that beat, orange Camaro trick or treat
Stupid geek... super street
It's a Super nigga, trick or treat
Look at me, nigga at me
Pull up in my new Ferrari, pull up and say trick or
And after a week, I cop another
A car, nigga, trick or treat
Da Kid:]
Okay our whip, our feet, ridin down our
But got the T, turn your wife into a freak
Snatch the iron whip, I gotta eat nigga
You lookin sweet nigga {click clack} or treat nigga
on thunder, candy paint mumble
Why your so dark? Bitch I'm ridin under
This Brick Squad, nigga it do
Ye ain't Brick pussy nigga who is you?
Money e'rythang, even you
If the General call you better shoot
BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK, you know the dump
Wooh Da Kid and Guc' truth gon' pop the

[Slum
Louis Vuitton, come a flick
You ain't takin shit, but you can take a
It's a when I pop up
Got the top cut lady chick
We super geeked, I'm high
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 heavy my neck
I just blackout, call me Blackout, look and shot at a nigga 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, it's with
And he ain't comin back, no (ADIOS!)
Squad some rude boys
Don't play around, fuck with them
I pull up on your
Let shots off, you stuck with them
I'm a G-A, N-G, S-T, A

[Waka Flame]
All these {?} girls call me wantin to
And {?} the old ladies wanna fuck me
I you to death like Chucky
up in one year they say I'm lucky, FLOCKA!
Semi little hussy {?} that's a get money
All my got Waka Flocka on they {?}
Don't need a school girl, need a slut
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 think I'm 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 think I'm Brown I got funky feet
Say Flock rap, I don't motherfuckin care
FLOCKA!