Luyện nghe bài hát Trappin Ain't Dead

Please tell these theres no hoe in me,
These niggas takin all shots but aint no holes in me,
So what you shootin at niggas you aint hit yet,
Jus check my tee and it still aint wet --
tell these niggas theres no hoe in me,
These niggas all these shots but aint no holes in me,
So what you shootin at nigga you hit shit yet,
Should be aiming at mah head, Im top on ya set!

Bring em cheechs and lil niggas got,
Imma keep it 100 till mah heart stop,
Catch me doin 200 in mah hardtop,
I do it for mah niggas sitting in cell blocks,

Muh Im nice and I dont mean kind,
See that Im the then they must be blind,
Deaf, dumb how, either way heres the outcome,
Im showin up a hundred deep Malcolm,
Imagine Farrakhan, Babylon; Enemy of the state Verse 48,
Im goin in this bitch, Nigga Norman Bates,
And when Im done hand every notivate,
to get em straight, lemme coordinate,
260 that's right about a quarter cake,
Say that weight is over, yeah tha is over,
Id really to be the one to say I fuckin told ya,

What would I ever really been without that baking
waking up in Granny's to that baking odor,
Sat down kitchen table had my meal,
And at that same kitchen table my first mil,
In that same backroom I my first half,
And in that backroom opened my worst half,
A lost so bad it was my worst math,
Look like the you put off in a bird bath,
What cud I say even the niggas got got,
What cud I say the realest niggas quote Pac,
So confident it's he's relaxing,
Quit being shy nigga ask him,