Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks on Me

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

Big shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby
in my ears, pissed on my wrist, baby
This just mutilated, everything decapitated
Deep on new relations, just gotta be related
Ain't no sellin' out, no tradin', so you be gang related
Pop stylin' this shit for my shottas
this shit, a street star, I stay in Quentin
Pop stylin' this shit, how you get the high one?
How she gon' take my love and give it away like it nothin' to her?
How you gon' my plugs, not take what I never did off of me?
surfin' 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 on deposits but I gotta have a stash house
I see you bein' and I gotta work my ass off
I on gas house, until I pass out
Rollin' in a Phantom, with an umbrella
Survive the trenches, on me the day I walk through it
Here done came Pluto, 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 to treat that shit just like a party
feel weak if I tell you sorry

Gotta be a genius, gotta be
Gotta plant seeds, nigga, like a
I'm Future Hendrix but I'm not a
I could've be starvin', I'm

my mind playin' tricks on me
Maybe my mind playin' 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 came with the elevator, my guests, baby
iPad high maintenance, everything's
Grapes and strawberries, nothing's got

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

I was lettin' the shit I control destroy me
too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me
I'm Future 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 playin' 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 with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
iPad high maintenance, unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing's got