Luyện nghe bài hát T.R.A.P. (Pack Gone)

[Hook: Boogieman & Big
I'ma get it
Wet weed, a cane, game retarded
who does it the hardest
A cold blood hustler, nigga, a grind
I make it look when I do it
I ain't sleepin' I 'bout done
I'm a so I move it, move it
Fuck me, I get the pack gone

1: Boogieman]
Fuck with your boy get the gone
Can't keep up the demand, get my trap on (my trap on)
Traffic and no melon
My on the trill, they got nothing to thrill on
I move with the night and the white, get my on
Don't leave too much for my to tell on
I face-to-face meet and I'm cool on them
You say got you
For what, bitch? skill wrong
I here before
Ask the and the cell wrong
They can't tell me shit, ain't no talking, the bell
I know what it is, I up for this shit
I'm equipped with the gift and up in the mix
It's a bitch but we joined at the hip
And she stay on the strip, fit
shift, back-to-back for that fix
I'm a savage at
For that cabbage we grit,

[Hook: Boogieman & Big
I'ma get it
Wet weed, a cane, grit game
who does it the hardest
A blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist
I make it good when I do it
I sleepin' 'till I 'bout done
I'm a pusher so I move it, it
Fuck with me, I get the pack

2: Big Scoob]
Fuck with boy, get the pack gone
If you me quick, hit me up on that trap phone
Before I leave, I my boots with my strap on
She ask who I'm with I Just me and 9's own
Crooked's field, I'm your neighborhood pusher
I'm Scarface when you fucking with my
I up early morning just to hit the cook up
post up on the block and tell 'em all I got the hook-up
The way I move shit, I can't it, I'm gifted
I called you, didn't up, it's your fault you missed it
Got more serves, I'm gon swerve, might hit the when I come back
If you me 'bout a nine dog I pull up with that get back
Don't fuck with rappers, I look up to street guys
Fuck all your features, blood, I got street ties
If it money, then you know I touched that
Big gotta get a job, look here, nigga, fuck that

[Hook: & Big Scoob]
I'ma get it
Wet weed, a cane, grit retarded
who does it the hardest
A blood hustler, nigga, a grind artist
I it look good when I do it
I ain't 'till I 'bout done
I'm a pusher so I it, move it
Fuck me, I get the pack gone

3: B-Legit]
Trap addict, come back at it with bad
Gotta wrap it in hard plastic before you it
Problematic, I'm hog-hatted and never
And I was rappin' I made that bag happen
For homies, they all know me, ain't phony
I be all on my lonely until there's
I be all on my lonely I got pack up on me
The track running [?] and watch you holy
West nigga, a fresh nigga with buds
I pressed niggas and blessed niggas who spread
They ain't what this trap game really 'bout
up another check, never running out
Jack city, with mac with me, we quickly
About a hundred-and-fifty I'm try'na a city
artists, the hardest who try'na move with me
Cause I'ma get it regardless, it really ain't no

[Hook: & Big Scoob]
I'ma get it
Wet weed, a cane, game retarded
Look who does it the
A cold blood hustler, nigga, a grind
I make it good when I do it
I ain't 'till I 'bout done
I'm a so I move it, move it
Fuck with me, I get the pack