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

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

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

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

Nigga sneak and that 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 gon' shoot, yeah
Try me nigga, that's first mistake
Eat your lil' ass up a chanterelle plate
The whole pie like Domino's, yes

I'm stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese, hey
You can try but it ain't easy, nope
Mix the with the soul, you got Young Jeezy, damn
You still talk blow man?
Soft white like Alaska, 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 or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they that we the truth
Got the same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we 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 lunch breaks,
It's dinner but a gangsta cookin' pancakes

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

purp' 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 that we the truth
Got the same color 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
candy slab, grippin' on the wood again
Outta niggaz get back in place where you should've been
In case you don't understand, I'ma make it again

King of the underground, my gangsta will never
You 'bout to make me go postal for fuckin' with my
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, that your cheese ain't been to sales
I'm finna break bread with the feds? You dumb as hell
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

Respect my mind 'cause I'm a trill old
time get too hot, I wait for winter when it's cooler
U.G.K. for life, the Pimp, you know the deal
In P.A.T. it's trap or die and we ain't down for 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 trap or die
And these hoes love a 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we or die nigga