Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks on Me

Just got a call 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,
Flintstone in my ears, on my wrist, baby
This just mutilated, everything decapitated
Deep on new relations, gotta be brand related
Ain't no sellin' out, no tradin', so you gotta be related
Pop stylin' this for my shottas incarcerated
Rockstar this shit, a street star, I in Quentin
Pop stylin' this shit, how you get the maintenance one?
How she gon' take my love and give it away it ain't nothin' to her?
How you gon' my plugs, not take what I never did off of me?
Hawaiian surfin' on the one to the PJ
I can imagine the pain 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 'bout to out
I'm on deposits but I gotta have a stash house
I see you bein' and I gotta work my ass off
I chief on gas house, I pass out
Rollin' in a Phantom, came an umbrella
the trenches, it's on me the day I walk through it
Here came Pluto, I'ma drip all through it (Icy)
I was lettin' the shit I can't control me
It was goin' too deep for you, baby, me
I to treat that shit just like a party
I'ma 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 be starvin', I'm fortunate

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

Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in shit, yeah
Tryna forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin'
Seen his son at my boy birthday party, it was harder
The streets of the ATL respect nothin' but shottas
Had to look the other way, could be the way
Hit Yung Mazi up, was in the broad day
I two Xans and I been sleep all day
(Let's go, go)

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

Maybe my playin' tricks on me (I'm so fuckin' hurt)
Maybe my playin' 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, my guests, baby
iPad high maintenance, unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, got temporary