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, niggaz soundin' you nigga
Bitin' your motherfuckin' ad-libs, bitin' motherfuckin' style nigga
What the fuck goin' on

You better check motherfuckin' niggaz, mayne
Real fuck wit real and these niggaz
Ain't real out on these motherfuckin' streets nigga
Especially these fuck ass niggaz mayne
Nigga we doin' this 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 Legion of
Stay blowin' purple shit that keep me high like the
Yeah, I'm an affiliate, I'm no
I'm a hater you, fuck my wristband

Nigga sneak 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, this AR that I'm holdin' got a gangsta
Went from old school Chevys to Beamer

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

I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I extra cheese, hey
You can try dawg but it easy, nope
Mix the flake the soul, you got Young Jeezy, damn
You still wanna blow man?
Soft 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 trap or die
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

Post on the block, rain, sleet, snow,
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 stacks
Time to ship it outta town, you 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 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 we the truth
Got the same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga

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

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

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

Respect my mind 'cause I'm a trill old
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 purp' by the pound, O's by the
Re-up on the first again on the fifth, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we or die nigga
And these hoes a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die