Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks on Me

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

Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six,
in my ears, pissed on my wrist, baby
This song mutilated, everything decapitated
Deep on new relations, gotta be brand related
Ain't no sellin' out, no tradin', so you gotta be gang
Pop stylin' this shit for my incarcerated
Rockstar shit, a street star, I stay in Quentin
Pop this shit, how you get the high maintenance one?
How she gon' take my love and give it away like it ain't to her?
How you gon' judge my plugs, not what I never did off of me?
surfin' on the thick one to the PJ
I can just the pain on Bankroll PJ
Murder murder, broad day, I got tears, I 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 on gas house, until I pass out
Rollin' in a Phantom, with an umbrella
Survive the trenches, it's on me the day I walk it
Here done Pluto, I'ma drip all through it (Icy)
I was lettin' the I can't control destroy me
It was goin' too for you, baby, pardon me
I tried to treat that shit just like a
feel weak if I tell you sorry

Gotta be a genius, be extraordinary
Gotta seeds, nigga, like a florist
I'm Future Hendrix but I'm not a
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 playin' tricks on me
Big shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came the elevator, greet my guests, baby
high maintenance, everything's unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, got temporary

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

I was the shit I can't control 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 tricks on me (I'm so fuckin' hurt)
Maybe my mind playin' 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 shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests,
iPad maintenance, everything's unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, got temporary