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

You better these 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
we been doin' this shit since ninety-five

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

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

Nigga sneak this and that how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ, right
Now me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill
Went from old school to Beamer coupes

Got a hundred niggaz with me and gon' shoot, yeah
Try me nigga, your first mistake
Eat your lil' ass up like a chanterelle
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 with the soul, you got Young Jeezy, damn
You still wanna talk man?
white like Alaska, call me snowman

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

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

Rubberbands when we wrap them
Time to ship it outta town, you know Saran's the wrap,
Think ahead in the K-9's get loose, geah
In the tubes like the on my Mongoose, hey

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

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

King of the underground, my gangsta will fail
You to make me go postal for fuckin' with my mail
You got the but you ain't got the clientele
You the hoax and niggaz know it, shit ain't hard to tell

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

Respect my mind 'cause I'm a old schooler
Summer time get too hot, I wait for winter 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 gettin'

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