Luyện nghe bài hát Trappin Ain't Dead

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

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

Muh fucka Im and I dont mean kind,
See that Im the truth then they be blind,
Deaf, either how, either way heres the outcome,
Im showin up a hundred like Malcolm,
Imagine Farrakhan, meets Babylon; Enemy of the state 48,
Im goin in this bitch, Nigga Norman Bates,
And Im done goin hand every notivate,
Time to get em straight, coordinate,
260 yeah that's right a quarter cake,
Say that weight is over, tha weight is over,
Id hate to be the one to say I fuckin told ya,

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