Luyện nghe bài hát Krippy Kush (Travis Scott Remix)

Me llamo
FRIO
Pelo
Culo
(El Rvssian)

Lo' maliantes krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las babys kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las quieren kush... (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

Make some room, ho, a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks when I pull up we a away
You ain't on my throne, even a seat away
But thanks to Nicki, all new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain't talking 'bout the though
Had all these rocking pink hair and bangs though
Now I got 'em rocking now
But I'll leave these hanging like lynches now
Word play got 'em up they penses now
Still stick me for my flow like now
Still closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them '88 now
With my plug, I call him Poncho but I think he wants chocha
Put this pussy in his boca, make my niggas take his
Now I'm balling like I'm Sosa in a Lamborghini
Yelling "¡viva Rico!", all my bitches es hermosa

Pero ahora pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
las putas quieren kush... (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

Aquí moñas por el TSA
Las se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas 'e paper que en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo la ley
Fumando como Snoop y Wiz Kha
Las gatas Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la
(Farru')
2 phillies, se bizca

Las libras yo las y llegan por FedEx
Priority el paquete, next day express
Del traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baja a la movie, que pa' acá no venga a
Que somos millonarios, y acabo 'e par de acres pa' sembrar

Pero ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
To'a las putas kush...

Call baby girl up, it's time to smoke (21)
I know you heard I'm Gang, I smoke something (yeah)
Off the head, yeah, I never wrote nothing (facts)
Pretty face, ass fat, I'm tryna poke (yah, yah)
Yeah, back it up baby, let me see you (21)
Yeah, spillin' codeine on my shirt (on my shirt)
Yeah, lotta racks and the krispy (the krispy)
And she throw ass back like a frisbee (on God)
Uh-huh, I'm smoking kush (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up with the whole bush (the bush)
I pass her to the team 'cause she old news (she old news)
Tryna make a M's using Pro Tools
In a and I'm laid back (21)
Put a bullet hole (yeah) in ya cap (on God)
You better pay me now (now), I cut slack (nah)
All these VVS's (21), you upset (21, 21, 21)

Pero ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
También kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
To'a las babys kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las babys kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy,
To'a las quieren kush...