Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Boom

[Intro/Chorus: 2X]
I make the - BOOM BOOM [4X]
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got balls

Pat]
Rocks under my balls, pistol in my
A bird of blow on the table break quarters and off
For those who comin through this Casino but I'm your dealer
Tony Montana, chill like Al Pacino in "Scarface"
The jack talk a lot of noise but on the realla
Got posted up, e'ry Goldfinger's a trigger
Her-on is so intense, the syrup by the ounce
Put the money in my hands, cop your goods, and you bounce

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

[Verse
His dope are up, a nigga feelin bellish
His pockets cause e'rything he's sellin
The is on the street, my niggaz gettin jealous
The on the seat to cut you up like relish
The hood changed, got these niggaz still tellin
To lock nigga up a two-time felon
This boy ain't bullshittin he'll kick in doors and 'em
And hide them bodies good that you even smell 'em
He niggarish and ignorant so FUCK who in your
This life he livin it so fuck your wife and kids~!
These janky niggaz on the town I hope they the biz
To all you federal tattletales, out where you live

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