Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Or Die

Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like nigga
I'm hearin' these niggaz in the club, niggaz soundin' like you
Bitin' your ad-libs, bitin' your motherfuckin' style nigga
What the fuck on nigga?

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

Last time I checked I was the man on streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in beats
Got flow , now I shit 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 that keep me like the moon
Yeah, I'm an affiliate, I'm no
I'm a hater you, fuck my wristband

Nigga sneak this and ain't how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ, that's
Now tell me I ain't real, 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 lil' ass up like a chanterelle plate
The pie like Domino's, yes indeed

I'm stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese, hey
You can try dawg but it easy, nope
Mix the flake the soul, you got Young Jeezy, damn
You still wanna talk man?
Soft like Alaska, call me snowman

purp' 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 a nigga '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

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

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

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 or die nigga
And these love a nigga '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

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

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

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

Respect my mind I'm a trill old schooler
Summer time get too hot, I wait for winter when cooler
U.G.K. for life, free the Pimp, you the deal
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 then again on the fifth, yeah
We or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we or die nigga