Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Or Die

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

on the block, rain, sleet, snow, sunny
Slow motion, don't move but the money, geah
all day, day, with no lunch breaks, nope
It's dinner time but a gangsta cookin'

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

purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth,
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 trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die

Yeah, back up in the hood again, it's all good again
Ridin' candy slab, grippin' on the again
Outta line get back in place where you should've been
In case you understand, I'ma make it understood again

King of the underground, my gangsta will fail
You 'bout to make me go postal for fuckin' with my
You got the connect but you ain't got the
You the hoax and niggaz know it, that shit hard to tell

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

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

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