Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Or Die

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need cheese, hey
You can try dawg but it ain't easy,
Mix the flake the soul, you got Young Jeezy, damn
You still wanna talk blow
white like Alaska, call me snowman

Smoke by the pound, O's by the fifth
Re-up on the first then on the fifth, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the
Got the Chevy color Tropicana orange 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 them
Time to it outta town, you know Saran's the wrap, yeah
Think ahead in case the K-9's get loose,
In the like the ties on my Mongoose, hey

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

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

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

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

Respect my mind 'cause I'm a old schooler
Summer time get too hot, I wait for winter when it's
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
Re-up on the first then on the fifth, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we or die nigga
And hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice,
We or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga