Luyện nghe bài hát Trash

(*gun shots*)

(*talking*)
Fuck Northstar, you old bitch ass, midget ass
Get off my motherfucking dick, fuck Big
You old bootlegging, old weak ass, trash ass, hoe ass

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

[Slim
Brace yourself, for the event from the Boss
hater that cross the Boss, gon get crossed out
Another loss on they record, broke niggas insane
need to get together, and be the We Hate Slim Thug gang
Talking down on my name, so I'm punishing
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 more they having plex
They do this shit to sell records, telling me
They might get a lil money, but not than me
Like Roy Jones and Hopkins, no 60-40 deal
I'm getting 90 they get 10, and gotta split it
That mean these niggas still broke, Fame still won't get sold
They the definition of weak, not the of thoed
And to that other big bitch, by the of Big Pic
He certified garbage, you fuck with me trick
(ready, aim, fire), I'm make these haters retire
Get a job at Mcdonalds, dick suckers for
Boss 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
Come in my face with that plex, and you won't leave out

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

[Slim
me if I'm wrong, anywhere in this song
The same nigga who stole your cash, is c.d. you on
What happened to I made them niggas, and they from me
You was acting, nigga you is funny
I peeped gay ways, way back in the days
Hiding in you cried, and wouldn't rap on stage
All your fans was like man, this lil a bitch
he can't get his way, he quick to pitch a fit
I'ma do this I'ma do that, well what's you Yo
I saw you and Cappo, at the corner sto'
On you niggas corner, I was talking to 50/50
If you me so bad, why the fuck you ain't get me
look 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, trying to everything on chop
I know you bootlegging, let the lies stop
You don't sell c.d.'s, to buy you a car
Help Lil' Yo bootleg, so he can get a
You hollin' bring it to the ring, like you can me out
While you standing up, I'll stick my dick in your mouth
ass nigga, comb your nappy ass hair
You shop in the boys section, wear cartoon
Don't make me tie your ass up, and give you a bath
You looking a lil dope fiend, out on the Ave
Talking bout I'm trying to plea barging, with O.G
Bullshit bitch, O.G. is me
Call me O.G. Slim Thug, ass nigga
I might be young, but bitch I'm a rich ass
And I'ma keep dogging hoe ass, till you apologize
And squash all this shit, like the of you guys, hoe