Luyện nghe bài hát Trash

(*gun shots*)

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

(y'all) you fell off (niggas)
My run the North (are)
You can't fuck the Boss
(trash) here another loss

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

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

[Slim
Correct me if I'm wrong, in this song
The same nigga who stole cash, is who's c.d. you on
happened to I made them niggas, and they stole from me
You was acting, nigga you is funny
I peeped your gay ways, way in the days
Hiding in Austin you cried, and wouldn't rap on
All your fans was like man, lil nigga a bitch
When he can't get his way, he quick to a fit
I'ma do this do that, well what's stopping you Yo
I saw you and Cappo, at the corner sto'
On you niggas corner, while I was talking to
If you wanted me so bad, why the fuck you get me
Y'all dead in my face, saw me in broad day
When I got behind you car, you went the other way
Talking bout you gon hurt me, your hurter broke
Last time I saw Big Pic, that bitch
And North lying, to blame everything on chop
Bitch I you bootlegging, let the lies stop
You don't sell c.d.'s, to buy you a car
Lil' Yo bootleg, so he can get a Northstar
You hollin' bring it to the ring, like you can me out
While you standing up, I'll stick my dick in your mouth
Midget ass nigga, your nappy ass hair
You in the boys section, wear cartoon underwear
Don't make me tie dirty ass up, and give you a bath
You looking a lil dope fiend, out on the Ave
Talking bout I'm trying to barging, with your O.G
bitch, your O.G. is me
Call me O.G. Thug, bitch ass nigga
I might be young, but bitch I'm a ass nigga
And I'ma keep dogging your hoe ass, you apologize
And squash all this shit, the rest of you guys, hoe