Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Trap

I was born in the without a pot to piss in
Where niggas get smoked over their and their Pippens
Welcome to California, nah, it ain't cold as New
But life is a bitch out here: to Too Short
Wack as a so we called him Tony Kukoc
Gang banging had us addicted like it was
Whoever thought that it would like petroleum
Now BP connect got us praying to them men
Just had a daughter homie, her Katrina
If I raise her right, then maybe she can take FEMA
Spike Lee in New Orleans documentaries
And Game still in Cali off The Documentary
Take em to the I mean the cemetery
everybody boxed in: Refrigerator Perry

And everybody little fuck up, they it on Barack
Cause he's just T.I.: Born in the Trap
And everybody little up, they blame it on Barack
Cause he's just Gucci: Born in the Trap
And everybody fuck up, they blame it on Barack
Cause he's like Jeezy: Born in the Trap
And every fuck up, my gun she go "crack!"
Cause I'm like Outkast, born in the Trap

So what's going on with you
And what you gonna do when your no longer matters?
And your bitch ain't the cause she in her mid-40s
And your played out so you hating on the shorties
they running around like they was your age
Fucking bitches raw cause now the world got no AIDS
Yeah, on these niggas
Golddiggers you dry left hickeys on you niggas
I used to run like you, run the town like you
Walk my red nose and clown you
But it got old Betty White
This rap shit deep like Barry White
Reminiscing on the days I used to white
Walking though them Crip hoods in the Nikes
Now I live a married life, walking in the house, to them home-cooked
Joint American Express accounts and less dollar

Niggas still got their hands out, for a stack
like Goodie Mob, I was born in the Trap
Niggas still got hands out, begging for a stack
But just like Luda, I was in the Trap
Niggas got their hands out, begging for a stack
But like Soulja Boy, I was in the Trap
Broke ass niggas got their hands out, begging for a stack
Take 'em to Shawty Lo, nigga, learn how to

Shit deeper than The band
15's drumming, ?uestlove in the fam
Riding Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers
Born by the jungle so I came gorillas
Since niggas more dimes than we fuckin'
We out the hood, tryna get money (?)
Splitting backboards just to get our weed in
The crack we cookin, we don't need
We something to put in the mouth of our kids
Instead of copping chains, fly to Chile and dig
Go to Haiti and feed to the and breathe
On the way back, to my Sean from Belize, you know
Sometimes I like this rap shit is heaven sent
Then I get a high, like it's irrelevant
So I'm about to pop the trunk an elephant
And with Wyclef while he run for president
I'm 'bout to pop the trunk like an
And campaign with while he run for president
Told you I was gonna this shit, Premo..