Luyện nghe bài hát Trappin Ain't Dead

Please these niggas theres no hoe in me,
These takin all these shots but aint no holes in me,
So what you shootin at niggas you aint hit yet,
Jus my black tee and it still aint wet --
tell these niggas theres no hoe in me,
These takin all these shots but aint no holes in me,
So what you shootin at nigga you hit shit yet,
Should be aiming at mah head, Im top on ya set!

Bring em cheechs and lil niggas got,
keep it 100 till mah fuckin heart stop,
Catch me 200 in mah fuckin hardtop,
I do it for mah sitting in them cell blocks,

Muh fucka Im nice and I dont kind,
See that Im the then they must be blind,
Deaf, either how, either way heres the outcome,
Im showin up a deep like Malcolm,
Farrakhan, meets Babylon; Enemy of the state Verse 48,
Im goin psycho in this bitch, Nigga Bates,
And when Im done goin every notivate,
Time to get em straight, coordinate,
260 yeah right about a quarter cake,
Say that is over, yeah tha weight is over,
Id really hate to be the one to say I fuckin ya,

What would I ever really been without that soda?
waking up in Granny's to that baking odor,
Sat down kitchen had my first meal,
And at same kitchen table seen my first mil,
In that same backroom I seen my half,
And in that same opened my worst half,
A nigga lost so bad it was my math,
like the shit you put off in a bird bath,
What cud I say even the niggas got got,
What cud I say the realest niggas quote Pac,
So it's like he's relaxing,
Quit shy nigga just ask him,