Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Or Die

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

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

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

Got some Super Friends in the of Doom
Stay blowin' purple shit 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 ain't 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 school to Beamer coupes

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

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

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

on the block, rain, sleet, snow, sunny
Slow motion, 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 ship it outta town, you know the wrap, yeah
Think ahead in case the get loose, geah
In the like 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 same Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die

Yeah, back up in the hood again, where it's all 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, I'ma it understood again

King of the underground, my gangsta 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 it, that shit ain't hard to tell

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

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

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 trap or die
And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know we the truth
Got the Chevy color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we or die nigga