Luyện nghe bài hát Trick or Treat

[** feat. Dunkin, Wooh The Kid & Waka Flocka:]

[car peeling out] [car revs then out]
("Listen to the track bitch!") It's
Funky feet (funky feet) funky
Pull up with that beat, orange Camaro trick or treat
geek (tweakin) it's super street
It's a Sport nigga, trick or treat
[Gucci
I the broads, stars and cars look like they just broke in the mall
Home girl seen my auto mall and let's go and have a ball
Hold applause change drawers, Big Gucci not Santa Clause
Young'uns might just break the law, Squad be like "Damn the law"
If what you seen ain't what you saw, Movie, Saw 3
East Atlanta, whassup Santa, ride with me
nine on me, hot rod lonely
Gucci double wides, tractor-trailers, ponies
What'chu mean? Bag of beans, same boy from the
Two AK's three magazines, make a horror scene
Orange Ferrari, purple trees, whippin like on D's
Pimpin I'm Goldie, listenin to the oldies
Gucci!

Funky feet (funky feet) feet
Pull up with that stupid beat, orange Camaro or treat
Stupid geek... it's street
It's a Super Sport nigga, or treat
Look at me, nigga at me
Pull up in my new Ferrari, pull up and say or treat
And a week, I cop another skreet
A car, nigga, trick or treat
[Wooh Da
our whip, our feet, ridin down our street
But got the broma{?}er'y T, your wife into a freak
Snatch the iron whip, I gotta eat nigga
You lookin sweet nigga clack} trick or treat nigga
Trunk on thunder, paint mumble
Why your tint so Bitch I'm ridin under
This Squad, nigga what it do
Ye Brick Squad pussy nigga who is you?
Money e'rythang, even you
If the General call then you shoot
BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK, you know the
Wooh Da Kid and Guc' truth gon' pop the

[Slum
Louis Vuitton, come a flick
You takin shit, but you can take a click
It's a when I pop up
Got the top cut wit'cho chick
We super geeked, I'm high
Her wet but mine stupid dry
I'm slow like a zombie
while she me, she boppin me
Got ice, call me Black Ice, really heavy around my neck
I just blackout, call me Blackout, and shot at a nigga that flex
Now I'm bustin at him, I'm at him
He runnin quick with those funky feet
He man, I'm toe taggin
I'm a black bag him in white
I'm a flatline him, it's with
And he ain't back, no heartbeat (ADIOS!)
Brick some rude boys
Don't play around, don't with them
I pull up on your
Let some shots off, you stuck with
I'm a G-A, N-G, S-T, A

[Waka Flame]
All these {?} girls call me wantin to
And Monique {?} the old ladies wanna me
I poke you to like Chucky
Came up in one year say I'm lucky, FLOCKA!
Semi little {?} that's a get money getter
All my girls got Waka Flocka on {?}
need a school girl, need a down-ass slut
Ten pack of bills I wanna roll and
Fuck police, fuck police, no on me
In the club V.I.P. no ID cuz got feet
Ten left, twenty right, guys on me
I'm on E, it's Olde E, I I'm 'bout to O.D.
Some fly girls swat me
And it's out of hand like I lost my arm
Off the like I lost my job
my lotto ticket, girls love my charm
Ballin like pimps, doesn't switch
{?} ill, they love my
And I think I'm James Brown I got funky
Say Flock rap, I don't motherfuckin care
FLOCKA!