Luyện nghe bài hát Trick or Treat

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

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

Funky feet (funky feet) feet
Pull up with that stupid beat, Camaro trick 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, up and say trick or treat
And after a week, I cop another
A pretty car, nigga, or treat
[Wooh Da
Okay our whip, our feet, down our street
But got the T, turn your wife into a freak
Snatch the mighty whip, I gotta eat nigga
You lookin nigga {click clack} trick or treat nigga
Trunk on thunder, paint 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 e'rythang, even you
If the call then you better shoot
BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK, you know the
Wooh Da Kid and Guc' truth gon' pop the

[Slum
Louis Vuitton, take 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
while she woppin me, she me
Got black ice, me Black Ice, really heavy around my neck
I just blackout, me Blackout, look and shot at a nigga that flex
Now I'm bustin at him, I'm at him
He runnin real with those funky feet
He dead man, I'm toe
I'm a bag him in white sheets
I'm a flatline him, it's with
And he ain't comin back, no (ADIOS!)
Brick some rude boys
Don't play around, don't fuck with
I pull up on your
Let some shots off, you stuck with
I'm a G-A, N-G, S-T, A

[Waka Flame]
All these {?} girls call me to fuck
And Monique {?} the old ladies fuck me
I you to death like Chucky
Came up in one year say I'm lucky, FLOCKA!
Semi little {?} that's a get money getter
All my girls got Waka Flocka on {?}
Don't a school girl, need a down-ass slut
Ten pack of bills I wanna 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 I'm 'bout to O.D.
fly girls wanna swat me
And it's gettin out of like I lost my arm
Off the chain like I my job
Hold my lotto ticket, girls love my
Ballin pimps, shit doesn't switch
{?} ill, love my sign
And I I'm James Brown I got funky feet
Say Flock can't rap, I motherfuckin care
FLOCKA!