Luyện nghe bài hát Trap House

In the trap house, in the trap
In the trap house, Mane, check it

on the floor, pistol on the coach
Hood rich so I never had a bank
Junkies goin' in, goin' out
Made a thou' in my trap house

kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred thou' in my trap
Bricks goin' in, bricks out
Made a hundred in my trap house

I'm tired of bricks, I wanna go legit
I wonder can I sell 11 like 50 Cent
'Cause platinum ain't enough, I got too vices
I love to weed, love to shoot dices

Say my life extravagant
I talk shit, bitches say I'm arrogant
Well, goddamn Gucci it
But at the same young hoes be jockin' slim

Gucci ain't shit, bitch, I beg pardon
I'm independent but I'm like a major artist
I stay high giraffe, pussy
In my house, smokin' rubber kushy

Choppa on the floor, pistol on the
rich so I never had a bank account
Junkies goin' in, junkies out
Made a thou' in my trap house

Money kinda but we can work it out
Made a hundred thou' in my trap
Bricks in, bricks goin' out
Made a hundred thou' in my house

out the whip, everybody lookin'
Big clouds of but ain't nobody cookin'
Girl, there go Gucci
I want his autograph 'cause I'm his fan

Yellow Humvee with the yellow
Yellow diamonds the same color as cheese
And I'm smokin' on that purple
call me temp service 'cause I'll work a bitch

Money long Shaq feet
Runnin' dough like a sprinter at a track
I heard he got soft white
Extended make them busters get they mind right

Choppa on the floor, on the coach
Hood rich so I never had a account
Junkies in, junkies goin' out
a hundred thou' in my trap house

Money kinda short but we can it out
Made a hundred thou' in my house
Bricks in, bricks goin' out
Made a hundred thou' in my house

In my trap house Sports Center
In the kitchen cookin' but I ain't dinner
Splash it with the water, it, make it harder
17 for 'em the number as Quincy Carter

Say I'm with wit a mill' or better
Married to the game, me and [Incomprehensible] together
Street smart nigga, never listen to the
You can me in the bathroom smokin' reefer

Prices low Wal-Mart
on I-9, get your shoppin' cart
Knee deep in the dope
I'm not a farmer but I'm to push them collard greens

Choppa on the floor, pistol on the
Hood rich so I never had a bank
Junkies in, junkies goin' out
a hundred thou' in my trap house

Money kinda short but we can it out
Made a thou' in my trap house
Bricks goin' in, goin' out
Made a hundred thou' in my house