Luyện nghe bài hát Trick or Treat

[** feat. Slim Dunkin, Wooh The Kid & Waka

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

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

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

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