Luyện nghe bài hát Trick Me

I let you niggas trick me off the streets
I can't let you niggas me off the streets
I don't wanna sell you nothin', pussy nigga talk is
Can't let you trick me off the streets
Can't let you niggas trick me off the
Can't let you niggas trick me off the
Boy you might be a cop, you can't cop up off of me
Can't let you trick me off the streets

Ok I 750 off a P
On the phone with Mr. Krabs so I'm busy talking
I don't fuck with white I'm strictly off the weed
Cause I know these folks tryna strip me off the
So I, up, had to switch my license, bruh
And I know the drought coming so I my prices up
I waste time so I lit my Breitling up
Why you niggas mad, Sammy Sosa, up
And that skinny bitch you with, I can she tryna' cut
If I put a in her, bet them hips'll widen up
You lame ass niggas get no 3-5 from us
Three one four, cause you niggas pie as fuck, aye

I can't let you niggas me off the streets
I can't let you trick me off the streets
I don't sell you nothin', pussy nigga talk is cheap
Can't let you niggas me off the streets
Can't let you niggas trick me off the
Can't let you trick me off the streets
Boy you might be a cop, you can't cop up off of me
Can't let you trick me off the streets

A nigga shot me in the and I ain't kill 'em, ya lucky
Pulled a pistol on me and my wallet, fuck it
Southside nigga long as Godby Road
Duffle Bag video was shot in of Stop-N-Go
Dropped some racks at Avianne and I wore it out the
Remember Aamaco and Optimo and riding candy
See these niggas try to me off the streets, I can feel it
Hundred thousand for a so every ten shows that's a milli
Hey, dripping from the ceiling fuck it, at nigga feeling
Told you last this a V12, not a Hemi
Tity get it, I'mma get it, get it, I'mma get it
Did ya listen? I just did it, I'm exquisite

I let you niggas trick me off the streets
I can't let you niggas trick me off the
I don't wanna sell you nothin', nigga talk is cheap
let you niggas trick me off the streets
Can't let you niggas trick me off the
Can't let you niggas trick me off the
Boy you be a cop, you can't cop shit up off of me
Can't let you trick me off the streets
Street, aye
Street, aye
Street, aye...

And many false shall rise
And deceive many
Matthew

CyHi, yeah, huh
I'm ten toes shoes glued to the pavement
Married to the streets, I the rules of engagement
Moved with the tool and I knew they were
Niggas mad I rose out the like I'm Jalen
I can easily hit my with the payment
Let him do the job, how I'm used to behaving
They'll snitch and say they knew the assailant
They'll a cigarette and a Mountain Dew for a statement
And I can't do the pen for none of ya'll haters
I ain't in the convo if it don't involve paper, labor, huh
Eat with the pall takers, law breakers
Quick with the card capers, we when the cops chased us
the soft got niggas rich as a ball player, medicinal all flavors
To cover up the smell we shipped it in paper, uh
Rip it open with a sharp razor,
My OG turned his Jedi to Darth Vader
A pound is an acre, taught us to talk safer
And all my niggas strapped, get smoked a Gar-

While you with your bitch that pull up in broad day her
So do me a small favor, to me wisely
When you're out here hustling, make sure you do it
Let 1911 .45 be your side piece
There's a thousand ways to die, so we ride with
And away from blow, unless they ask you for sobriety
That white girl always catch up to you like the Cosby's
Cause they at 'caine as a menace to society
So Craig, don't let Smokey get you smoked on a