Luyện nghe bài hát Trappin Ain't Dead

Please tell these theres no hoe in me,
These niggas all these shots but aint no holes in me,
So what you shootin at niggas you hit shit yet,
Jus check my black tee and it still wet --
tell these 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,
me doin 200 in mah fuckin hardtop,
I do it for mah niggas sitting in cell blocks,

Muh fucka Im nice and I dont kind,
See that Im the truth then they be blind,
Deaf, dumb how, either way heres the outcome,
Im up a hundred deep like Malcolm,
Imagine Farrakhan, meets Babylon; Enemy of the state 48,
Im goin in this bitch, Nigga Norman Bates,
And when Im done goin hand notivate,
to get em straight, lemme coordinate,
260 yeah that's right a quarter cake,
Say weight is over, yeah tha weight is over,
Id hate to be the one to say I fuckin told 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 that same kitchen table my first mil,
In that same backroom I my first half,
And in that same backroom opened my half,
A lost so bad it was my worst math,
like the shit you put off in a bird bath,
What cud I say even the realest got got,
What cud I say even the realest niggas Pac,
So confident like he's relaxing,
Quit being shy nigga ask him,