Luyện nghe bài hát Trick or Treat

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

[car peeling out] [car revs then peels
("Listen to the track bitch!") It's
Funky feet (funky feet) feet
Pull up with that stupid beat, Camaro trick or treat
Stupid geek (tweakin) super street
a Super Sport nigga, trick or treat
[Gucci
I flee the broads, stars and cars look like they just in the mall
girl seen my auto mall and said let's go and have a ball
Hold applause change your drawers, Big Gucci not Santa
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 with me
nine on me, hot rod lonely
Gucci ridin double wides, tractor-trailers,
What'chu mean? Bag of beans, same boy the magazines
Two AK's three magazines, a stupid horror scene
Orange Ferrari, purple trees, whippin on gold D's
Pimpin I'm Goldie, listenin to the oldies
Gucci!

Funky feet (funky feet) funky
Pull up with that stupid beat, orange trick or treat
Stupid geek... super street
It's a Super Sport nigga, trick or
at me, nigga look at me
Pull up in my new Ferrari, pull up and say or treat
And a week, I cop another skreet
A pretty car, nigga, or treat
[Wooh Da
Okay our whip, our feet, ridin our street
But got the T, turn your wife into a freak
the mighty iron whip, I gotta eat nigga
You lookin sweet nigga {click trick or treat nigga
on thunder, candy paint mumble
Why your so dark? Bitch I'm ridin under
This Brick Squad, what it do
Ye Brick Squad pussy nigga who is you?
Money over e'rythang, 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
Louis Vuitton, come a flick
You takin shit, but you can take a click
It's a nightmare I pop up
Got the top cut wit'cho lady
We super geeked, I'm hella
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, really heavy around my
I just blackout, me Blackout, look and shot at a nigga that flex
Now I'm at him, I'm gunnin at him
He real quick with those 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 back, no heartbeat (ADIOS!)
Squad some rude boys
Don't play around, fuck with them
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 wantin to
And Monique {?} the old wanna fuck me
I poke you to death like
Came up in one year say I'm lucky, FLOCKA!
Semi little {?} that's a get money getter
All my girls got Waka on they {?}
Don't need a school girl, need a slut
Ten pack of bills I roll and bite
police, fuck police, no license on me
In the V.I.P. no ID cuz got funky feet
Ten left, twenty right, dead on me
I'm on E, it's Olde E, I think I'm to O.D.
Some fly wanna swat me
And it's out of hand like I lost my arm
Off the chain like I my job
Hold my lotto ticket, love my charm
Ballin like pimps, shit doesn't
{?} ill, love my sign
And I think I'm James Brown I got feet
Say Flock can't rap, I don't care
FLOCKA!