Luyện nghe bài hát Trife Life

It's just another day, my troubles with a forty
That's when I got the call from brown skin shorty
She asked me where's my crew at, said we do whatever
She got a crew too and said that we get together
I said, "Aight, just me back in a hour
So I can take a and gather up the manpower"
Then I up the horn
And I thought to that it might be on
Cause this trick pick up the phone to call me in years (Why?)
Ever since I the ho lonely in tears
Ain't no telling her friends putting up in her ears
Ideas of me up I'm not trying to hear
(Check it out, Son) So we take the for precautions
Plus this trick live in Brooklyn, home of the
She might got a whole batallion of
Waiting for us to get up off the and surround us
Or maybe I'm blowing this shit out of
But this shit do happen to niggas often
So fuck it, a gotta do what he meant to
My got my back, fuck the world is my mental
We put together soldiers
The bitch called, my blood
Told me to her on Myrtle
Got to the plaza, we're waiting for the G
We put a plan together, just in case the beef
Now we Bed bound
Far from home and on unknown
But we six deep, with five heats, nothing sweet
First fronting getting lifted off his fucking feet
It took eternity, we our destination
My is racing like a cardiac patient
We finally got to Myrtle the train station
I saw not a soul, told my peoples to be
But hold up, that's a black caravan rolled up
My legs then up, I grabbed my pound
Told my man, "Eyes cause it might go down"
Said he don't like the way the shit is starting to
angle of the car was smoked out and tinted
So we couldn't tell if the was in it
It might have TNT, I wasn't trying to wait and see, we
Jetted Marcy cause D's ain't bagging me
Son, they got us on the run, dun, see yo

Check it out, it out, check it out, yo
life got me thinking like an animal
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no yo
What can kill you is what you don't

OK it, you're on your way to your girl's crib
But the live in the Bridge
You ain't sweating it, cause little do you know
The niggas in the be setting it
You thought you was safe and tried to walk the back without heat
On the 41st of 12th Street
The side niggas don't give a fuck
The side where if you come through fronting, kid you bucked
On way, to apartment 3A
With a phat herringbone, let him slide, no
Son get the heat, cause I'm about to him
(Fuck that shit, yo if nigga front, yo hit him!)
Aight bet, so just hold it
While I back the long three pound
You're boning, not knowing that I'm scheming
the right time kid, it's twelve in the evening
You're leaving out the building as you kiss your girl
you was safe and got caught by surprised
"What's on?", as I reply
"Shut the fuck up and don't make this to homicide"
He tried to play so I put one in his brain
Even I took his life, all I wanted was his chain
Come through truck heat, how you figure?
When you in the projects keep your fingers on the
But fuck that we're juxing, if you got what we you gets tooken
Put you on your back, send you on your way, yo good
Now we catching a cab to Halsey & Lewis in
Getting tore up from the up, hit the dress store up
Got the 80-0 in a nigga wanna roll up
Get your shit swoll up
Now it's back to to serve fiends
Making G's by any means, my on my enemies
Sipping Hennessey, with my mind on crime shit
One-time me but never ever find shit
It's the everyday, get the loot breeze
Though my goal is to leave outta state, ki's
But all bullshit holding me down, I can't leave
Fuck a 9-to-5, I get the with ease
even need a degree to earn a six-digit figure
I get mines slinging on the corner my niggas
Pulling the trigger when the drama
Cause a nigga enemy is fear
So yo

it out, check it out, check it out, yo
Trife life got me like an animal
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no yo
What can kill you is what you don't