Luyện nghe bài hát Trick or Treat

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

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

Funky (funky feet) funky feet
up with that stupid beat, orange Camaro trick or treat
Stupid geek... it's super
a Super Sport nigga, trick or treat
Look at me, look at me
up in my new Ferrari, pull up and say trick or treat
And after a week, I cop skreet
A pretty car, nigga, or treat
Da Kid:]
Okay our whip, our feet, ridin down our
But got the T, turn your wife into a freak
Snatch the mighty iron whip, I eat nigga
You lookin nigga {click clack} 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 ain't Brick Squad pussy who is you?
Money e'rythang, even you
If the call then 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 ain't takin shit, but you can a click
It's a when I pop up
Got the top cut lady chick
We super geeked, I'm high
Her wet but mine stupid dry
I'm movin slow like a
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 at him, I'm gunnin at him
He runnin quick with those funky feet
He man, I'm toe taggin
I'm a bag him in white sheets
I'm a flatline him, it's with
And he comin back, no heartbeat (ADIOS!)
Brick Squad some rude
Don't play around, don't fuck them
I pull up on block
Let some shots off, you stuck with
I'm a G-A, N-G, S-T, A

[Waka Flame]
All these {?} call me wantin to fuck
And Monique {?} the old ladies wanna me
I poke you to death like
Came up in one they say I'm lucky, FLOCKA!
Semi hussy {?} that's a get money 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
Fuck police, fuck police, no on me
In the club V.I.P. no ID cuz got funky
Ten left, right, dead guys 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 I lost my arm
Off the like I lost my job
Hold my lotto ticket, girls love my
Ballin pimps, shit doesn't switch
{?} ill, they my sign
And I think I'm Brown I got funky feet
Say Flock can't rap, I motherfuckin care
FLOCKA!