Luyện nghe bài hát Trife Life

It's just day, drowning my troubles with a forty
That's when I got the call this brown skin shorty
She me where's my crew at, said we could do whatever
She got a crew too and said we should get together
I said, "Aight, call me back in a hour
So I can a shower and gather up the manpower"
I hung up the horn
And I thought to that it might be on
Cause this trick ain't pick up the phone to call me in (Why?)
Ever I left the ho lonely in tears
no telling what her friends putting up in her ears
Ideas of setting me up I'm not to hear
(Check it out, Son) So we take the for precautions
Plus this trick in Brooklyn, home of the coffin
She got a whole batallion of Bucktowners
for us to get up off the train and surround us
Or I'm blowing this shit out of proportion
But this shit do happen to niggas very
So fuck it, a nigga gotta do he meant to
My crew got my back, the world is my mental
We put together five
The called, my blood curdled
Told me to her on Myrtle
Got to the plaza, we're waiting for the G
We put a plan together, in case the beef came
Now we Bed Stuy
Far home and on unknown ground
But together we six deep, with five heats, sweet
First nigga getting lifted off his fucking feet
It took eternity, we our destination
My heartbeat is racing like a patient
We finally got to outside the train station
I saw not a soul, told my peoples to be
But up, that's when a black caravan rolled up
My legs then froze up, I my pound
Told my man, "Eyes open cause it go down"
Said he don't the way the shit is starting to sound
angle of the car was smoked out and tinted
So we couldn't if the enemy was in it
It might been TNT, I wasn't trying to wait and see, we
Jetted thru Marcy cause D's bagging me
Word Son, got us on the run, dun, see yo

Check it out, it out, check it out, yo
Trife got me thinking like an animal
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no yo
What can kill you is what you know

OK check it, you're on your way to your crib
But the bitch in the Bridge
You ain't really sweating it, cause do you know
The niggas in the Bridge be it
You thought you was safe and tried to walk the streets without heat
On the 41st of 12th Street
The side where don't give a fuck
The side where if you come through fronting, kid you getting
On your way, to 3A
With a phat herringbone, let him slide, no
Son get the heat, cause I'm to stick him
(Fuck that shit, yo if that front, yo hit him!)
Aight bet, so just hold it
While I cock back the long pound
You're upstairs boning, not knowing that I'm
Just the right time kid, twelve in the evening
You're leaving out the building as you kiss girl goodbye
Thought you was safe and got by surprised
"What's on?", as I reply
"Shut the fuck up and make this to another homicide"
He tried to play tough so I put one in his
Even I took his life, all I wanted was his chain
Come truck without heat, how you figure?
When you in the projects keep your on the trigger
But fuck that we're juxing, if you got what we you gets tooken
Put you on back, send you on your way, yo good looking
Now we catching a cab to & Lewis in Brooklyn
tore up from the floor up, hit the dress store up
Got the 80-0 in a nigga wanna roll up
Get motherfucking shit swoll up
Now back to Queens to serve fiends
Making G's by any means, my on my enemies
Sipping Hennessey, with my on some crime shit
One-time me but never ever find shit
It's the everyday, get the loot then
Though my goal is to outta state, push ki's
But all bullshit holding me down, I can't leave
Fuck a 9-to-5, I get the with ease
Don't even a degree to earn a six-digit figure
I get mines slinging on the corner with my
the trigger when the drama appears
Cause a nigga enemy is fear
So yo

it out, check it out, check it out, yo
Trife got me thinking like an animal
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no yo
What can you is what you don't know