Luyện nghe bài hát Trick or Treat

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

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

Funky feet (funky feet) funky
Pull up with that stupid beat, Camaro trick or treat
geek... it's super street
It's a Super Sport nigga, trick or
Look at me, nigga at me
up in my new Ferrari, pull up and say trick or treat
And after a week, I cop skreet
A car, nigga, trick or treat
Da Kid:]
Okay our whip, our feet, ridin down our
But got the broma{?}er'y T, turn wife into a freak
Snatch the mighty iron whip, I gotta eat
You lookin sweet nigga {click trick or treat nigga
Trunk on thunder, candy paint
Why your tint so dark? I'm ridin under
This Squad, nigga what 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 BLAK, you the dump
Wooh Da Kid and Guc' gon' pop the trunk

[Slum
Vuitton, come take a flick
You ain't shit, but you can take a click
It's a nightmare I pop up
Got the top cut lady chick
We super geeked, I'm hella
Her wet but mine stupid dry
I'm movin like a zombie
while she me, she boppin me
Got black ice, call me Black Ice, really heavy around my
I just blackout, call me Blackout, look and at a nigga that flex
Now I'm bustin at him, I'm at him
He runnin quick 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 over
And he ain't comin back, no (ADIOS!)
Brick Squad some boys
play around, don't 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 me wantin to fuck
And Monique {?} the old wanna fuck me
I poke you to like Chucky
up in one year they say I'm lucky, FLOCKA!
Semi little hussy {?} that's a get getter
All my girls got Waka on they {?}
Don't need a girl, need a down-ass 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 gettin out of hand like I my arm
Off the chain like I my job
Hold my ticket, girls love my charm
Ballin like pimps, shit doesn't
{?} ill, they my sign
And I think I'm James Brown I got funky
Say Flock can't rap, I don't motherfuckin
FLOCKA!