Trap Muzik — текст песни (T.I.)


This a trap

This aint no album

This aint no game

This a trap (trap muzik)

[Repeat 8x]



[1st Verse]

Welcome back to the trap

Niggas back in the trap

Wit another heavy chevy

Big dope boys and trap

All you rap niggas role out

I trap when it`s cold out

Whack niggas flyin

But I stay down to I`m sold out

Cause down a hundred ground

Like a rapping in a dope house

Man wherever I be

The feds got me scoped out

Mother fucker let my nuts hang

Block out the duc canes

Cook it to it bubbles

Doulble fast as a mustang

I know you think you fuck man

But little showty tuff man

Been a long time

Since a nigg from Alanta

Spit this nuts game

Thats a very few of real niggas

So how could they give nigga

The feelin that a real nigga

Would get around a real nigga

All they do is still niggas ideas

And rhythm wit em

Holla sumthin similar

Talking bout the hood

Like they hung in em

I got a million rhythms

Want em come get em

What bitch you pussy nigga

I`m just havin fun wit em

[chorus repeat 8x]



[verse 2]

Still telling niggas

I aint wholing I aint crolling

When the 12 hit the corner

I aint brolling I aint rolling

Keep the coat stretch out

Like Carl Louis Hamstring

Stepped on like I`m working

With the damn thing

Drible baby aint seen

What I do to a ounce of doe

A whip man on my pager

Like I pay you folks

To whip somemoore

I`m doper than the fluid cellur

I flip it all up by myself

I give my niggas recipes

So they can turn to sumthin else

They love to work

Thats why I keep em comin

Like conlasions plate

We flip the cake

We move this shit from Georgia

Baby state to state

Attemadate

Niggas in the city

Who`ve been moving weight

Nobody loosing weight

They fuck with us

Cause you`ve been known to hate

Demonstrate

The way we turned the trout

Out in `98

Sarted out in `95

Started out with nicks and dimes

Niggas you done lost your mind

Thinking you could set up shop

Pimpin I respect the game

Lets take this to another block

[chorus repeat 8x]

[outro talk]



[outro verse]

Pimp squad

Showty still in the trap

When I spot a scene hot

With the man name Jon

And the collad green pot

On alot of straight hen

And alot of green pot

Compation in a range

Like he gotta be stop

Well maybe I will be

But probably not

Oh what the blood cloak

You try to knock em out and he sock

Listen to me I`m serious

Thinkin how did he not

End up way up

On the top of Detroit

If come where I was

You gotta be pop

And if you really want to pop

And I rather be dropped

Listen pops

Want to know a little more

About rap

Firts rule this is real

It aint just a record deal

Its a trap

[music continues]

[music fades]



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