Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks on Me

Just got a from my mom
Tellin' me what the was sayin'
About the
I they had had that down, yeah

Big money shit, baby, I bought a new six, baby
Flintstone in my ears, pissed on my wrist,
This song just mutilated, everything
Deep on new relations, just gotta be related
Ain't no sellin' out, no tradin', so you gotta be related
Pop stylin' shit for my shottas incarcerated
Rockstar this shit, a star, I stay in Quentin
Pop stylin' shit, how you get the high maintenance one?
How she gon' take my and give it away like it ain't nothin' to her?
How you judge my plugs, not take what I never did off of me?
Hawaiian surfin' on the one to the PJ
I can just imagine the on Bankroll PJ
murder, broad day, I got tears, I can't let 'em out
I can't take it, I can't take it no more, I'm to spaz out
I'm on deposits but I gotta have a stash house
I see you bein' greedy and I gotta my ass off
I on gas house, until I pass out
Rollin' in a Phantom, came with an
the trenches, it's on me the day I walk through it
Here done Pluto, I'ma drip all through it (Icy)
I was lettin' the shit I control destroy me
It was goin' too deep for you, baby, me
I tried to treat shit just like a party
I'ma feel weak if I tell you

Gotta be a genius, be extraordinary
Gotta seeds, nigga, like a florist
I'm Future but I'm not a guitarist
I could've be starvin', I'm

Maybe my mind tricks on me
Maybe my playin' tricks on me
it be my ex playin' tricks on me?
Someone that's jealous playin' on me
Big shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests,
iPad high maintenance, unordinary
and strawberries, nothing's got temporary

Rockstar in shit, like a popstar in this shit, yeah
forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin' harder
Seen his son at my little boy party, it was harder
The streets of the ATL don't respect nothin' but
Had to look the other way, be the other way
Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the day
I two Xans and I been sleep all day
(Let's go, go)

I was the shit I can't control destroy me
Everything's too deep for you, my nigga, me
I'm Hendrix but I'm not a guitarist (Super)
I could've be starvin', I'm

Maybe my mind tricks on me (I'm so fuckin' hurt)
my mind playin' tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
Could it be my ex tricks on me?
Someone that's jealous tricks on me (Someone that's jealous, I know, I know)
Big boss shit, baby, I just a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, my guests, baby
iPad high maintenance, everything's
Grapes and strawberries, got temporary