Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks on Me

Just got a call my mom
Tellin' me what the lawyer was
the lawsuit
I they had had that down, yeah

Big money shit, baby, I bought a new six, baby
Flintstone in my ears, on my wrist, baby
This just mutilated, everything decapitated
on new relations, just gotta be brand related
Ain't no sellin' out, no tradin', so you be gang related
Pop stylin' this shit for my incarcerated
Rockstar this shit, a street star, I in Quentin
Pop stylin' this shit, how you get the high maintenance
How she gon' take my love and give it away like it ain't nothin' to
How you gon' judge my plugs, not take I never did off of me?
Hawaiian on the thick 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 it no more, I'm 'bout to spaz out
I'm good on deposits but I gotta a stash house
I see you bein' greedy and I work my ass off
I chief on gas house, until I out
Rollin' in a Phantom, with an umbrella
Survive the trenches, it's on me the day I walk it
Here done came Pluto, drip all through it (Icy)
I was lettin' the shit I can't control me
It was goin' too for you, baby, pardon me
I tried to treat that just like a party
I'ma feel if I tell you sorry

Gotta be a genius, gotta be
Gotta seeds, nigga, like a florist
I'm Future but I'm not a guitarist
I be starvin', I'm fortunate

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

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

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

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