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 ass, trash ass, hoe ass niggas

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

[Slim
Brace yourself, for the main from the Boss
Every hater that cross the Boss, gon get out
Another on they record, them broke 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, y'all got nothing to
I got a lot to lose but it, I won't lose my respect
The more I getting checks, the more they start having plex
do this shit to sell records, everybody telling me
They might get a lil money, but not than me
Roy Jones and Hopkins, ain't no 60-40 deal
I'm 90 they get 10, and gotta split it still
That mean these niggas broke, Street Fame still won't get sold
They the definition of weak, not the definition of
And to other big bitch, by the name of Big Pic
He certified garbage, you can't with me trick
(ready, aim, fire), I'm bout make these haters
Get a job at Mcdonalds, dick for hire
Boss Hogg and PIE, we running these
Got beef, my heat'll you run in the streets
Calling police saying laws, get them Outlaws
left me in the desert, in nothing but my draws
Bitch we raw, whether you it or not
Come in my face with that plex, and you won't leave out

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

[Slim
Correct me if I'm wrong, anywhere in song
The same who stole your cash, is who's c.d. you on
What happened to I made them niggas, and they stole me
You never was acting, you is funny
I peeped your gay ways, way back in the
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 to pitch a fit
do this I'ma do that, well what's stopping you Yo
I saw you and Young Cappo, at the sto'
On you corner, while 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 you niggas car, you went the other way
Talking bout you gon hurt me, what hurter broke
Last I saw Big Pic, that bitch spoke
And North lying, trying to blame everything on
Bitch I you bootlegging, let the lies stop
You don't sell c.d.'s, to buy you a car
Help Yo bootleg, so he can get a Northstar
You hollin' bring it to the ring, you can knock me out
While you standing straight up, I'll stick my dick in mouth
Midget ass nigga, comb your ass hair
You in the boys section, wear cartoon underwear
Don't make me tie your dirty ass up, and you a bath
You like a lil dope fiend, out on the Ave
Talking bout I'm trying to plea barging, your O.G
bitch, your O.G. is me
Call me O.G. Slim Thug, bitch ass
I might be young, but bitch I'm a rich ass
And I'ma keep dogging your hoe ass, till you
And squash all shit, like the rest of you guys, hoe