Luyện nghe bài hát Trash

(*gun shots*)

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

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

Thug]
Brace yourself, for the main from the Boss
hater that cross the Boss, gon get crossed out
Another loss on they record, broke niggas insane
Y'all need to get together, and be the We Hate Thug gang
Talking down on my name, so I'm fools
I understand why y'all hating, y'all got to lose
I got a lot to lose but it, I won't lose my respect
The more I start getting checks, the more they start having
They do 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 getting 90 they get 10, and 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 that big bitch, by the name of Big Pic
He certified garbage, you can't fuck me trick
(ready, aim, fire), I'm bout make haters retire
Get a job at Mcdonalds, dick for hire
Boss Hogg and PIE, we running these
Got beef, my heat'll have you run in the
Calling police saying laws, come get Outlaws
They left me in the desert, in but my draws
Bitch we raw, you believe it or not
Come in my face with that plex, and you leave back out

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

[Slim
Correct me if I'm wrong, in this song
The same who stole your cash, is who's c.d. you on
What happened to I made them niggas, and they from me
You never was acting, you is funny
I peeped gay ways, way back in the days
Hiding in Austin you cried, and wouldn't rap on
All your fans was like man, this lil a bitch
When he can't get his way, he 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 wanted me so bad, why the fuck you get me
Y'all look dead in my face, saw me in day
When I got behind you niggas car, you went the way
Talking you gon hurt me, what your hurter broke
Last I saw Big Pic, that bitch spoke
And North lying, to blame everything on chop
Bitch I you bootlegging, let the lies stop
You don't enough c.d.'s, to buy you a car
Help Yo bootleg, so he can get a Northstar
You hollin' bring it to the ring, like you can me out
you standing straight up, I'll stick my dick in your mouth
Midget ass nigga, comb your ass hair
You shop in the boys section, wear underwear
Don't make me tie your dirty ass up, and give you a
You looking like a lil fiend, out on the Ave
Talking I'm trying to plea barging, with 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 ass nigga
And keep dogging your hoe ass, till you apologize
And squash all this shit, like the of you guys, hoe