Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Or Die

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

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

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

Got some Super in the Legion of Doom
Stay purple shit that 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 like the DJ, right
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 me and everybody gon' shoot, yeah
Try me nigga, that's first mistake
Eat lil' ass up like a chanterelle plate
The whole pie Domino's, yes indeed

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

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

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

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

Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the
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 know we the truth
Got the Chevy same color orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we or die nigga

Yeah, back up in the hood again, where it's all again
Ridin' candy slab, on the wood again
Outta line get back in place where you should've 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 know it, that shit ain't hard to tell

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

Respect my 'cause 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 know the
In P.A.T. trap or die and we ain't down for gettin' killed

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 love a nigga 'cause 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