Luyện nghe bài hát Trife Life

It's just another day, drowning my troubles a forty
That's when I got the from this brown skin shorty
She asked me where's my 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 take a shower and up the manpower"
Then I up the horn
And I to myself that it might be on
Cause this ain't pick up the phone to call me in years (Why?)
Ever since I the ho lonely in tears
Ain't no telling what her putting up in her ears
of setting me up I'm not trying to hear
(Check it out, Son) So we take the gats for
this trick live 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 maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion
But shit do happen to niggas very often
So it, a nigga gotta do what he meant to
My crew got my back, fuck the is my mental
We put five soldiers
The bitch called, my blood
Told me to her on Myrtle
Got to the plaza, we're for the G train
We put a plan together, just in case the came
Now we Bed Stuy
Far from home and on ground
But together we six deep, five heats, nothing sweet
nigga fronting getting lifted off his fucking feet
It took eternity, we our destination
My heartbeat is racing like a cardiac
We finally got to Myrtle outside the train
I saw not a soul, told my to be patient
But hold up, when a black caravan rolled up
My legs then froze up, I my pound
my man, "Eyes open cause it might go down"
Said he don't like the way the is starting to sound
angle of the car was smoked out and tinted
So we tell if the enemy was in it
It might have been TNT, I wasn't trying to and see, we
Jetted Marcy cause D's ain't bagging me
Word Son, got us on the run, dun, see yo

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

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

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