Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks on Me

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

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

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

Maybe my playin' tricks on me
my mind playin' tricks on me
Could it be my ex tricks on me?
Someone jealous playin' 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 shit, like a popstar in this shit, yeah
Tryna the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin' harder
his son at my little boy birthday party, it was harder
The streets of the ATL don't respect nothin' but
Had to the other way, could be the other way
Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the day
I popped two and I been 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 Hendrix 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)
my mind playin' tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
Could it be my ex tricks on me?
Someone that's playin' 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