Luyện nghe bài hát Trick or Treat

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

[car peeling out] [car revs then out]
("Listen to the track bitch!") It's
Funky (funky feet) funky feet
Pull up that stupid beat, orange Camaro trick or treat
Stupid geek (tweakin) it's super
It's a Super nigga, trick or treat
Mane:]
I the broads, stars and cars look like they just broke in the mall
Home girl seen my auto mall and said go and have a ball
Hold change your drawers, Big Gucci not Santa Clause
Young'uns might just break the law, whole Squad be "Damn the law"
If what you seen ain't 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
What'chu Bag of beans, same boy from the magazines
Two AK's three magazines, make a horror scene
Ferrari, purple trees, whippin like on gold D's
Pimpin like I'm Goldie, listenin to the
Gucci!

Funky (funky feet) funky feet
Pull up with that beat, orange Camaro trick or treat
geek... it's super street
It's a Super Sport nigga, or treat
Look at me, look at me
up in my new Ferrari, pull up and say trick or treat
And a week, I cop another skreet
A car, nigga, trick or treat
Da Kid:]
Okay our whip, our feet, ridin our street
But got the broma{?}er'y T, turn your wife into a
the mighty iron whip, I gotta eat nigga
You lookin sweet nigga clack} trick or treat nigga
Trunk on thunder, candy paint
Why tint so dark? Bitch I'm ridin under
This Brick Squad, nigga it do
Ye ain't Brick Squad pussy nigga who is
over e'rythang, even you
If the General call you better shoot
BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK, you know the dump
Wooh Da Kid and truth gon' pop the trunk

[Slum
Vuitton, come take a flick
You ain't takin shit, but you can take a
It's a when I pop up
Got the top cut wit'cho lady
We geeked, I'm hella high
Her wet but mine stupid dry
I'm movin slow like a
while she woppin me, she me
Got black ice, me Black Ice, really heavy 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 runnin quick with those funky feet
He man, I'm toe taggin
I'm a black bag him in white
I'm a flatline him, it's over
And he ain't comin back, no (ADIOS!)
Squad some rude boys
Don't play around, don't fuck with
I up on your block
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 girls got Flocka on they {?}
need a school girl, need a down-ass slut
Ten pack of I wanna roll and bite
Fuck police, police, no license on me
In the club V.I.P. no ID cuz got feet
Ten left, right, dead guys on me
I'm on E, it's Olde E, I think I'm to O.D.
Some fly girls swat me
And it's gettin out of hand I lost my arm
Off the chain like I my job
Hold my lotto ticket, girls my charm
like pimps, shit doesn't switch
{?} ill, love my sign
And I think I'm James I got funky feet
Say Flock can't rap, I don't motherfuckin
FLOCKA!