Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks on Me

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

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

Gotta be a genius, be extraordinary
Gotta plant seeds, nigga, like a
I'm Future Hendrix but I'm not a
I be starvin', I'm fortunate

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

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

I was lettin' the shit I 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

my mind playin' tricks on me (I'm so fuckin' hurt)
Maybe my mind tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
Could it be my ex tricks on me?
Someone that's jealous playin' on me (Someone that's jealous, I know, I know)
Big boss shit, baby, I bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests,
iPad maintenance, everything's unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing's got