Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

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

All my call me papi
pockets, I'm poppin'
All dollars I been clockin'
It no way to stop it
My wrist so rocky, Liberace watchin', 3 mil on
So much ice, off me
You and your bitch could hockey
I'm sippin' lean out a cup, I'm in the tropics
I been countin' so much money, had to find me a
I'm Czechoslaka, watchin'
I got Rastas with
Got the machine gun with
They runnin' in, ain't knockin'
Steve Austin flossin', tell them it's a new in office
And if we ain't talking profit, it no use in callin'
niggas triple crossin', double cross, quadruple your losses
I heard them haters tried to block, I went two new Ferraris

down with two pistols, ain't missinø no target
Right the funeral, let you pick out your coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, your losses
Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' on
OK I doubled up the work, I put them in the office
Then put them on the freeway, now I feel I'm Rossy
Seen them in my rear 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 booth money, I'm so goddamn cocky
My bitch pop her pussy, I just might pop me a molly
That clean codeine got me geeked up, spill all over Versace
I got with me, they don't do no talkin' or boxin'
I got that long bread, I'm footlong pizza, no toppings
Throw them goons a bread
We'll take your baby's
And we worried about the feds
AR's in secret
Ain't to sleep in the longest, I sip that drank like it's coffee
They say that Gucci's a Martian, I buy my enemies
We handle like bosses and treat the streets like an office
I had a duplex with a worth of bricks in the closet

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

You ain't I spent that dough
And you might catch
I got shooters on my and if I say the word
Then ready for combat
Like Vietnam, wartime ain't no
Niggas be till the bullets start sprayin'
Can't these guns 'cause the clips too long
for him, catch him hiding in his honeycomb
Turn his motherfucking to a haunted home
Money long, get you touched in your front
Shots so loud off car alarms
Run along, or be the nigga dunked on
You be swearin' that you niggas got done
Get you jacked, no mask, no on
Beat a nigga ass, then it to a club song
Vet in the game, got packs to
niggas call me Uncle Juice
I got more cash Uncle Scrooge
Ya'll niggas made up Dr. Seuss
All ice, no CZ
I ball, ya'll niggas in the minor
Real shit, I got the on lock
to put this game in a DDT