Luyện nghe bài hát Trappin Ain't Dead

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

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

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

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