Luyện nghe bài hát Trap

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

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

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

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

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

You ain't know I spent that
And you might contacts
I got shooters on my and if I say the word
Then they for combat
Like Vietnam, wartime no joke
be playin' till the bullets start sprayin'
Can't hide these guns 'cause the clips too
for him, catch him hiding in his honeycomb
Turn his motherfucking to a haunted home
long, get you touched in your front lawn
Shots so loud off car alarms
Run along, or be the next nigga on
You be swearin' you niggas got done wrong
Get you jacked, no mask, no on
Beat a nigga ass, turn it to a club song
Vet in the game, got packs to
niggas call me Uncle Juice
I got cash than Uncle Scrooge
Ya'll niggas up like Dr. Seuss
All ice, no CZ
I ball, ya'll niggas in the minor
Real shit, I got the on lock
to put this game in a DDT