Luyện nghe bài hát Trash

(*gun shots*)

(*talking*)
Fuck Northstar, you old bitch ass, ass nigga
Get off my dick, fuck Big Ballin
You old bootlegging, old ass, trash ass, hoe ass niggas

(y'all) you niggas off (niggas)
My run the North (are)
You fuck with the Boss
(trash) come another loss

Thug]
Brace yourself, for the main event the Boss
Every hater cross the Boss, gon get crossed out
loss on they record, them broke niggas insane
Y'all need to get together, and be the We Slim Thug gang
Talking on my name, so I'm punishing fools
I understand why hating, y'all got nothing to lose
I got a lot to lose but it, I won't lose my respect
The I start getting checks, the more they start having plex
They do this shit to records, everybody telling me
They might get a lil money, but not more me
Like Roy Jones and Hopkins, no 60-40 deal
I'm getting 90 get 10, and gotta split it still
That these niggas still broke, Street Fame still won't get sold
They the definition of weak, not the of thoed
And to other big bitch, by the name of Big Pic
He garbage, you can't fuck with me trick
(ready, aim, fire), I'm bout these haters retire
Get a job at Mcdonalds, dick for hire
Boss Hogg and PIE, we running streets
Got beef, my heat'll have you run in the
Calling police saying laws, come get Outlaws
They me in the desert, in nothing but my draws
Bitch we raw, you believe it or not
Come in my face that plex, and you won't leave back out

(*talking*)
Old ass nigga, you gon have to graduate
A couple of mo' classes to with me, ha

[Slim
Correct me if I'm wrong, in this song
The same nigga who stole your cash, is c.d. you on
What to I made them niggas, and they stole from me
You never was acting, you is funny
I your gay ways, way back in the days
Hiding in you cried, and wouldn't rap on stage
All your fans was man, this lil nigga a bitch
he can't get his way, he quick to pitch a fit
I'ma do I'ma do that, well what's stopping you Yo
I saw you and Young Cappo, at the corner
On you niggas corner, I was talking to 50/50
If you wanted me so bad, why the you ain't get me
Y'all look in my face, saw me in broad day
When I got behind you niggas car, you the other way
Talking bout you gon me, what your hurter broke
Last time I saw Big Pic, that spoke
And North lying, trying to blame everything on
Bitch I know you bootlegging, let the lies
You don't sell c.d.'s, to buy you a car
Help Lil' Yo bootleg, so he can get a
You bring it to the ring, like you can knock me out
you standing straight up, I'll stick my dick in your mouth
Midget ass nigga, comb nappy ass hair
You shop in the boys section, wear cartoon
Don't me tie your dirty ass up, and give you a bath
You like a lil dope fiend, out on the Ave
Talking bout I'm to plea barging, with your O.G
Bullshit bitch, O.G. is me
Call me O.G. Thug, bitch ass nigga
I might be young, but I'm a rich ass nigga
And keep dogging your hoe ass, till you apologize
And squash all this shit, the rest of you guys, hoe