Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boom

[Intro/Chorus: 2X]
I make the trap - BOOM BOOM
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got balls

[Project
under my balls, pistol in my drawers
A of blow on the table break quarters and halves off
For those who comin through this ain't but I'm your dealer
Montana, chill like Al Pacino in "Scarface" nigga
The boys talk a lot of noise but on the realla
Got killers up, e'ry Goldfinger's a trigger
Her-on is so intense, the syrup by the ounce
Put the money in my hands, cop goods, and then you bounce

Two]
See I ain't the nigga was up at five o'clock to sell no rocks
I'm the that was out at midnight to drop off a block
In a tinted out Maxima, low-key and quick
Snowin out the do' with a glock and a trunk of bricks
I make the track BOOM BOOM without even it
As for my {?} I'm just supplyin it
I went to Key and picked it up, back in Memphis broke it up
my nigga in, get our Crist', then we split it up

[Verse
His dope are up, a nigga feelin bellish
His pockets cause e'rything he's sellin
The heat is on the street, my niggaz jealous
The chopper's on the seat to cut you up relish
The hood ain't changed, got niggaz still tellin
To lock this nigga up a felon
This boy ain't bullshittin kick in doors and kill 'em
And hide them bodies good you cain't even smell 'em
He niggarish and ignorant so who in your crib
This gangster life he livin it so fuck your and kids~!
janky niggaz on the town I hope they know the biz
To all you federal tattletales, swap out you live

[Outro -
You know the worst part about sellin dope is 80% of people in jail
because of drugs, domestic violence and
So you think about that
Get life together my nigga