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 in the club, niggaz soundin' like you nigga
Bitin' your motherfuckin' ad-libs, bitin' motherfuckin' style nigga
What the goin' on nigga?

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

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

Got Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
Stay blowin' purple shit that keep me high 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 the DJ, that's right
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin' got a grill
Went from old school Chevys to coupes

Got a hundred niggaz with me and everybody shoot, yeah
Try me nigga, that's your 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 ain't easy,
Mix the flake with the soul, you got Young Jeezy,
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 on the fifth, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we or die nigga
And these hoes love a 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana juice, yeah
We or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga

Post on the block, rain, sleet, snow,
Slow motion, nothin' 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 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 again on the fifth,
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga 'cause know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die

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

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

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

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

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 '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