Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

Mhm
ATL (it's Gucci)
Memphis, Tenn (turn up)
get it

All my bitches me papi
Sloppy pockets, I'm
All these I been clockin'
It no way to stop it
My wrist so rocky, watchin', 3 mil on watches
So ice, drippin' off me
You and your bitch play hockey
I'm sippin' lean out a coconut cup, I'm in the
I been countin' so much money, had to find me a
I'm Czechoslaka, watchin'
I got with choppers
Got the gun with cartridges
They runnin' in, ain't knockin'
Austin flossin', tell them it's a new boss in office
And if we talking profit, it ain't no use in callin'
These niggas triple crossin', double cross, your losses
I heard them haters tried to block, I went two new Ferraris

down with two pistols, ain't missinø no target
Right before the funeral, let you pick out coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple your
Sippin' lean a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' on shawty
OK I doubled up the work, I put them things in the
Then put on the freeway, now I feel like I'm Rossy
Seen them peoples in my view, hit the gas and I lost 'em
Middle finger out the sunroof, they mad cause I'm flossin'

All rubber bands, fuck what I'm gon do with a wallet?
I'm in the countin' money, I'm so goddamn cocky
My lil' bitch pop her pussy, I just pop me a molly
That clean codeine got me up, spill lean all over Versace
I got killers me, they don't do no talkin' or boxin'
I got that long bread, I'm talkin' footlong pizza, no
Throw them goons a little
We'll take baby's adoption
And we ain't about the feds
AR's in compartments
Ain't been to sleep in the longest, I sip drank like it's coffee
They say that Gucci's a Martian, I buy my enemies
We handle business bosses and treat the streets like an office
I had a duplex with a million of bricks in the closet

down with two pistols, ain't missinø no target
Right before the funeral, let you out your coffin
Had to triple the double cross, quadruple your losses
lean like a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' on shawty
OK I doubled up the work, I put them things in the
Then put on the freeway, now I feel like I'm Rossy
them peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and I lost 'em
Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad cause I'm

You ain't know I spent dough
And you might contacts
I got shooters on my side and if I say the
Then they for combat
Like Vietnam, wartime ain't no
Niggas be till the bullets start sprayin'
Can't hide these guns 'cause the clips too
Hunting for him, him hiding in his honeycomb
Turn his motherfucking house to a haunted
Money long, get you touched in your front
so loud setting off car alarms
Run along, or be the next nigga on
You be swearin' that you niggas got wrong
Get you jacked, no mask, no on
Beat a nigga ass, then it to a club song
Vet in the game, got packs to
Young niggas call me Uncle
I got cash than Uncle Scrooge
Ya'll niggas made up like Dr.
All ice, no CZ
I ball, niggas in the minor leagues
Real shit, I got the shit on
to put this game in a DDT