Luyện nghe bài hát Tricken Every Car I Get

I the top off a hard top
I tricked the interior out with
Then I add the shoes on the
You can hear my car up the street
I'm tricken every car I get
I'm tricken every car I get
I'm every single car I get
I'm tricken single car I get

Nightrider in the black Rolls, 'em I'm trippin'
On top of glass, covered in black, 'em I'm tippin'
Losing control, I'm to lane, you would swear I was slippin'
Prolly I told Edgar to spray 'em til he drippin'
Now paint wet, your wetter
Got diamonds flood my
Gettin' headshots I called murder to go ride slow like it's Texas
Got a attitude, that don't a fuck
About 50 plus when I jet
No test drive I let her go out nor I bet you hate she meet this
I flex and pull lights out
This I got iced out
I'm bitch I'm racked up
Be damned if I get out
These haters ain't gon' say shit, they do gon' get wiped out
Do my donuts in broad day, speedin' with all my pipes out

I chopped the top off a top
I tricked the out with mink
I add the shoes on the feet
You can my car comin' up the street
I'm every single car I get
I'm tricken every car I get
I'm every single car I get
I'm tricken single car I get

Gotta a drop top, Lousiana a hot spot
If it ain't a drop, I it to Cali and get it chopped
50 heads stay cocked, so you can see the
Former I remember I used to break them down
Paint wet, ooh kill 'em that
ride foreign and I paid 400 flat
Four 12's in the back, gotta have a noise
Four deep on the mollies, we some real Boys
In my yard, several cars, send 'em to my
Spray that candy but might wreck the whip next day
butter inside, covered up in plastic
Stash spots everywhere, fly everywhere
Boosie!

I the top off a hard top
I tricked the interior out mink
Then I add the shoes on the
You can hear my car up the street
I'm every single car I get
I'm tricken single car I get
I'm tricken single car I get
I'm tricken every car I get

I'm in the hood, bitches yellin' they me
Get in this coupe you gon' be naked with like Buffy
Why every time I hit the block niggas get ugly
them haters I'm on my game and it ain't nothing above me
I my money, get reckless
You that bitch that I just got
I Lil her, no ceilings
Can't me down bitch I'm too hot
Can't up, I got change up
I got shit on lock and chained up
Bout 20 goons and aimed up
Bitch, play me, you get banged up
I'm in Lambo
Artillery like
Don't with me, I'm prime time, don't get your whole show cancelled
Every gotta do get tuned in, tell 'em hoes I'm on now
This whip might do bout 200, 'em hoes I'm gone now

I chopped the top off a top
I tricked the interior out with
Then I add the shoes on the
You can hear my car up the street
I'm tricken single car I get
I'm every single car I get
I'm every single car I get
I'm tricken single car I get