Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

Mhm
ATL (it's Gucci)
Memphis, connect (turn up)
get it

All my bitches call me
Sloppy pockets, I'm
All these dollars I clockin'
It ain't no way to it
My wrist so rocky, Liberace watchin', 3 mil on
So ice, drippin' off me
You and your bitch could play
I'm sippin' out a coconut cup, I'm in the tropics
I been countin' so money, had to find me a hobby
I'm Czechoslaka, watchin'
I got Rastas choppers
Got the machine gun with
They runnin' in, they knockin'
Austin flossin', tell them it's a new boss in office
And if we ain't talking profit, it no use in callin'
These niggas triple crossin', cross, quadruple your losses
I them haters tried to block, I went bought two new Ferraris

Double down with two pistols, missinø no target
Right the funeral, let you pick out your coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, your losses
lean like a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' on shawty
OK I up the work, I put them things in the office
Then put them on the freeway, now I feel I'm Rossy
Seen them peoples in my view, hit the gas and I lost 'em
Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad cause I'm

All these rubber bands, fuck what I'm gon do with a
I'm in the booth money, I'm so goddamn cocky
My lil' bitch pop her pussy, I just might pop me a
That clean codeine got me geeked up, spill lean all over
I got killers with me, they do no talkin' or boxin'
I got that long bread, I'm talkin' pizza, no toppings
Throw goons a little bread
We'll take baby's adoption
And we ain't about the feds
in secret compartments
Ain't to sleep in the longest, I sip that drank like it's coffee
They say that Gucci's a Martian, I buy my enemies
We handle business like bosses and treat the streets like an
I had a duplex with a million worth of bricks in the

Double down two pistols, ain't missinø no target
Right before the funeral, let you pick out coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple losses
Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' on
OK I doubled up the work, I put them things in the
put them on the freeway, now I feel like I'm Rossy
Seen them peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and I 'em
Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad I'm flossin'

You ain't know I spent that
And you might catch
I got shooters on my side and if I say the
Then they ready for
Like Vietnam, wartime ain't no
Niggas be playin' till the bullets sprayin'
hide these guns 'cause the clips too long
Hunting for him, him hiding in his honeycomb
his motherfucking house to a haunted home
Money long, get you in your front lawn
Shots so setting off car alarms
Run along, or be the nigga dunked on
You be swearin' that you niggas got done
Get you jacked, no mask, no on
a nigga ass, then turn it to a club song
Vet in the game, got to prove
niggas call me Uncle Juice
I got more cash than Scrooge
Ya'll made up like Dr. Seuss
All ice, no CZ
I ball, ya'll niggas in the minor
Real shit, I got the on lock
Bout to put game in a DDT