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

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

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

Got Super Friends 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 hater you, fuck my wristband

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

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

I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need cheese, hey
You can try but it ain't easy, nope
Mix the flake with the soul, you got Jeezy, damn
You still wanna talk 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 trap or die
And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they that we the truth
Got the Chevy color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die

Post on the block, rain, sleet, snow,
Slow motion, don't nothin' move but the money,
Trap all day, day, with no lunch breaks,
It's dinner but a gangsta cookin' 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 like the ties on my Mongoose, hey

purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth
Re-up on the first 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 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 again
Ridin' candy slab, on the wood again
Outta line niggaz get back in place where you been
In case you don't understand, make it understood again

King of the underground, my gangsta never fail
You 'bout to 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, that ain't hard to tell

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

my mind 'cause I'm a trill 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 killed

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