Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks on Me

Just got a call my mom
Tellin' me what the was sayin'
the lawsuit
I thought they had had that down,

Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six,
in my ears, pissed on my wrist, baby
This song just mutilated, decapitated
Deep on new relations, just gotta be brand
Ain't no sellin' out, no tradin', so you gotta be gang
Pop this shit for my shottas incarcerated
Rockstar this shit, a street star, I in Quentin
Pop stylin' this shit, how you get the high one?
How she gon' take my love and it away like it ain't nothin' to her?
How you gon' my plugs, not take what I never did off of me?
Hawaiian on the thick one to the PJ
I can just the pain on Bankroll PJ
Murder murder, day, I got tears, I can't let 'em out
I take it, I can't take it no more, I'm 'bout to spaz out
I'm good on deposits but I gotta have a house
I see you bein' greedy and I work my ass off
I chief on gas house, I pass out
in a Phantom, came with an umbrella
Survive the trenches, on me the day I walk through it
done came Pluto, I'ma drip all through it (Icy)
I was lettin' the shit I can't destroy me
It was goin' too for you, baby, pardon me
I tried to treat shit just like a party
I'ma feel weak if I you sorry

Gotta be a genius, gotta be
Gotta seeds, nigga, like a florist
I'm Hendrix but I'm not a guitarist
I could've be starvin', I'm

Maybe my playin' tricks on me
Maybe my mind playin' on me
it be my ex playin' tricks on me?
Someone that's playin' tricks on me
Big boss shit, baby, I bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests,
high maintenance, everything's unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing's got

Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in shit, yeah
Tryna the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin' harder
Seen his son at my little boy party, it was harder
The streets of the ATL don't respect nothin' but
Had to look the other way, be the other way
Hit Yung up, that was in the broad day
I popped two Xans and I sleep all day
(Let's go, go)

I was the shit I can't control destroy me
too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me
I'm Hendrix but I'm not a guitarist (Super)
I could've be starvin', I'm

my mind playin' tricks on me (I'm so fuckin' hurt)
Maybe my mind playin' on me (Maybe my mind)
Could it be my ex tricks on me?
Someone that's jealous playin' tricks on me (Someone jealous, I know, I know)
Big shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, my guests, baby
iPad maintenance, everything's unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, got temporary