Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Or Die

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

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

Last time I checked I was the man on these
call me residue, I leave 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 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

sneak this and that ain't how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya like the DJ, that's right
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 with me and everybody gon' shoot, yeah
Try me nigga, your first mistake
Eat your ass up like a chanterelle plate
The whole pie Domino's, yes indeed

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

Smoke 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 color Tropicana orange juice,
We or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga

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

when we wrap them stacks
Time to ship it outta town, you Saran's the wrap, yeah
Think ahead in case the get loose, geah
In the tubes like the on my Mongoose, hey

Smoke by the pound, O's by the fifth
on the first then again on the fifth, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die
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 trap or die

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

King of the underground, my gangsta never fail
You 'bout to make me go postal for with my mail
You got the connect but you got the clientele
You the hoax and niggaz know it, that shit ain't 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 around the block before, sold it all from rock to blow
And I don't fuck around when the feds in 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, free the Pimp, you know the
In P.A.T. trap or die and we ain't down for gettin' killed

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