Luyện nghe bài hát Trick Me

I can't let you trick me off the streets
I let you niggas trick me off the streets
I wanna sell you nothin', pussy nigga talk is cheap
Can't let you trick me off the streets
Can't let you trick me off the streets
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

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
I know these folks tryna strip me off the streets
So I, tighten up, had to my license, bruh
And I know the drought so I switch my prices up
I waste time so I lit my Breitling up
Why you niggas mad, Sosa, lighten up
And that skinny you with, I can tell she tryna' cut
If I put a in her, bet them hips'll widen up
You ass niggas can't get no 3-5 from us
Three point one four, you niggas pie as fuck, aye

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

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

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

And false prophets shall rise
And shall deceive
Matthew

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

While you chilling with your that pull up in broad day her
So do me a small favor, listen to me
When out here hustling, make sure you do it quietly
Let your .45 be your side piece
There's a ways to die, so we ride with variety
And stay away from blow, unless they ask you for
white girl will always catch up to you like the Cosby's
Cause they look at as a menace to society
So Craig, don't let get you smoked on a Friday