Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Or Die

Jeezy, I know you gon' let this shit go down like this nigga
I'm hearin' these in the club, niggaz soundin' like you nigga
Bitin' motherfuckin' ad-libs, bitin' your motherfuckin' style nigga
What the fuck on nigga?

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

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

Got Super Friends 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 like you, my wristband

sneak this 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 I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill
Went from old school Chevys to Beamer

Got a hundred niggaz with me and gon' shoot, yeah
Try me nigga, that's first mistake
Eat your lil' ass up like a plate
The whole pie like Domino's, yes

I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need cheese, hey
You can try but it ain't easy, nope
Mix the flake the soul, you got Young Jeezy, damn
You still wanna talk blow
Soft like Alaska, call me snowman

Smoke 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 trap or die
And these hoes 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

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

Rubberbands when we wrap them
to ship it outta town, you know Saran's the wrap, yeah
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 then again on the fifth,
We or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
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

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

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

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

Respect my 'cause I'm a trill old schooler
time 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 or die and we ain't down for gettin' 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 or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the
Got the same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we or die nigga