Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Or Die

Jeezy, I know you ain't let this shit go down like this nigga
I'm hearin' these niggaz in the club, niggaz like you nigga
Bitin' your motherfuckin' ad-libs, bitin' your motherfuckin' nigga
What the fuck goin' on

You better these motherfuckin' niggaz, mayne
Real wit real nigga and these niggaz
Ain't real out here on motherfuckin' streets nigga
these fuck ass industry niggaz mayne
Nigga we doin' this shit since ninety-five

Last time I checked I was the man on these
They me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got flow , now I shit on niggaz, geah
Even when I'm constipated I still on niggaz, let's get it

Got Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
Stay blowin' shit that keep me high like the moon
Yeah, I'm an affiliate, I'm no
I'm a hater like you, fuck my

Nigga sneak this and ain't how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya like the DJ, that's right
Now tell me I ain't real, AR that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill
Went from old school to Beamer coupes

Got a hundred with me and everybody gon' shoot, yeah
Try me nigga, that's first mistake
Eat your lil' ass up a chanterelle plate
The whole pie like Domino's, yes

I'm tryna stack my up, I need extra cheese, hey
You can try dawg but it easy, nope
Mix the flake the soul, you got Young Jeezy, damn
You still wanna talk man?
Soft white Alaska, call me snowman

Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the
Re-up on the first then on the fifth, yeah
We or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
And hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana juice, yeah
We or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga

Post on the block, rain, sleet, snow,
motion, don't nothin' move but the money, geah
Trap all day, day, with no breaks, nope
dinner time but a gangsta cookin' pancakes

Rubberbands when we wrap stacks
Time to ship it town, you know Saran's the wrap, yeah
Think ahead in the K-9's get loose, geah
In the tubes like the on my Mongoose, hey

purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth
Re-up on the first again on the fifth, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die
And these hoes love a nigga 'cause know that we the truth
Got the Chevy color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga

Yeah, back up in the hood again, where all good again
Ridin' candy slab, on the wood again
Outta line niggaz get in place where you should've been
In case you don't understand, make it understood again

King of the underground, my will never fail
You 'bout to make me go postal for fuckin' my mail
You got the but you ain't got the clientele
You the hoax and niggaz know it, shit ain't hard to tell

Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't to sales
I'm finna break some bread with the You dumb as hell
I been around the before, sold it all from rock to blow
And I don't fuck around when the feds in I got to go

Respect my mind 'cause I'm a trill old
Summer time get too hot, I wait for winter when cooler
U.G.K. for life, the Pimp, you know the deal
In P.A.T. it's trap or die and we ain't for gettin' killed

Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the
on the first then again on the fifth, yeah
We or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
And these love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die