Luyện nghe bài hát Trick or Treat

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

[car peeling out] [car revs peels out]
("Listen to the track bitch!") Gucci
feet (funky feet) funky feet
Pull up with stupid beat, orange Camaro trick or treat
Stupid geek (tweakin) it's street
It's a Super nigga, trick or treat
Mane:]
I flee the broads, stars and cars look they just broke in the mall
Home girl seen my auto and said let's go and have a ball
Hold applause change your drawers, Big not Santa Clause
might just break the law, whole Squad be like "Damn the law"
If you seen ain't what you saw, Scary Movie, Saw 3
East Atlanta, whassup Santa, ride with me
nine on me, hot rod lonely
Gucci ridin double wides, tractor-trailers,
mean? 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) funky
Pull up with that beat, orange Camaro trick or treat
geek... it's super street
It's a Super nigga, trick or treat
at me, nigga look at me
Pull up in my new Ferrari, up and say trick or treat
And after a week, I cop another
A pretty car, nigga, trick or
[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 whip, I gotta eat nigga
You lookin sweet nigga {click clack} or treat nigga
Trunk on thunder, candy mumble
Why your so dark? Bitch I'm ridin under
This Brick Squad, what it do
Ye ain't Brick Squad pussy nigga who is
Money over e'rythang, you
If the General call then you better
BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK, you know the dump
Wooh Da Kid and Guc' truth pop the trunk

[Slum
Louis Vuitton, come take a
You takin shit, but you can take a click
It's a nightmare I pop up
Got the top cut wit'cho chick
We geeked, I'm hella high
Her mouth wet but stupid dry
I'm movin slow a zombie
she woppin me, she boppin me
Got black ice, call me Black Ice, heavy around my neck
I just blackout, call me Blackout, look and shot at a nigga that
Now I'm bustin at him, I'm at him
He runnin real quick with funky feet
He man, I'm toe taggin
I'm a black bag him in white
I'm a flatline him, over with
And he ain't comin back, no (ADIOS!)
Brick Squad rude boys
Don't play around, 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 these {?} girls call me to fuck
And Monique {?} the old ladies fuck me
I poke you to death like
up in one year they say I'm lucky, FLOCKA!
Semi little hussy {?} a get money getter
All my got Waka Flocka on they {?}
Don't a school girl, need 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 feet
Ten left, twenty right, guys on me
I'm on E, Olde E, I think I'm 'bout to O.D.
Some fly wanna swat me
And it's gettin out of hand like I my arm
Off the like I lost my job
my lotto ticket, girls love my charm
Ballin like pimps, doesn't switch
{?} ill, they my sign
And I think I'm James Brown I got funky
Say Flock can't rap, I don't motherfuckin
FLOCKA!