Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Or Die

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

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

Last time I I was the man on these streets
They me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got diarrhea , 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' shit 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 school Chevys to Beamer

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 whole pie Domino's, yes indeed

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

Smoke by the pound, O's by the fifth
on the first then 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 color Tropicana 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 nothin' move but the money,
Trap all day, day, no lunch breaks, nope
It's time but a gangsta cookin' pancakes

Rubberbands when we them stacks
Time to ship it outta town, you know Saran's the wrap,
ahead in case 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 they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice,
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we or die nigga

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

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

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

Respect my mind 'cause I'm a old schooler
Summer 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 trap or die and we ain't down for 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 hoes love a 'cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy color Tropicana orange juice, yeah
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die