Luyện nghe bài hát Trash

(*gun shots*)

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

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

Thug]
Brace yourself, for the main event from the
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 gang
Talking down on my name, so I'm punishing
I understand why y'all hating, y'all got nothing to
I got a lot to but fuck it, I won't lose my respect
The more I start getting checks, the more start having plex
do this shit to sell records, everybody telling me
They might get a lil money, but not than me
Like Roy Jones and Hopkins, ain't no 60-40
I'm getting 90 they get 10, and gotta split it
That mean these niggas broke, Street Fame still won't get sold
They the definition of weak, not the definition of
And to that big bitch, by the name of Big Pic
He garbage, you can't fuck with me trick
(ready, aim, fire), I'm bout make these haters
Get a job at Mcdonalds, suckers for hire
Boss and PIE, we running these streets
Got beef, my have you run in the streets
Calling police saying laws, get them Outlaws
They left me in the desert, in but my draws
we raw, whether you believe it or not
Come in my face with that plex, and you won't back out

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

[Slim
me if I'm wrong, anywhere in this song
The same who stole your cash, is who's c.d. you on
What happened to I them niggas, and they stole from me
You was acting, nigga you is funny
I your gay ways, way back in the days
Hiding in Austin you cried, and wouldn't rap on
All fans was like 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, while I was to 50/50
If you me so bad, why the fuck you ain't get me
Y'all dead in my face, saw me in broad day
I got behind you niggas car, you went the other way
Talking bout you gon hurt me, what hurter broke
Last time I saw Big Pic, that bitch
And North lying, trying to blame on chop
Bitch I know you bootlegging, let the stop
You don't sell c.d.'s, to buy you a car
Help Yo bootleg, so he can get a Northstar
You bring it to the ring, like you can knock me out
While you standing straight up, I'll stick my dick in mouth
Midget ass nigga, comb your nappy ass
You shop in the boys section, wear cartoon
Don't make me tie your ass up, and give you a bath
You like a lil dope fiend, out on the Ave
Talking bout I'm trying to plea barging, with O.G
bitch, your O.G. is me
Call me O.G. Thug, bitch ass nigga
I might be young, but I'm a rich ass nigga
And I'ma keep dogging your hoe ass, till you
And squash all shit, like the rest of you guys, hoe