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, ass, hoe ass niggas

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

[Slim
Brace yourself, for the event from the Boss
Every that cross the Boss, gon get crossed out
Another on they record, them broke niggas insane
Y'all need to get together, and be the We Slim Thug gang
Talking down on my name, so I'm fools
I understand why y'all hating, y'all got nothing to
I got a lot to lose but fuck it, I won't my respect
The more I start getting checks, the they start having plex
They do this shit to sell records, telling me
might get a lil money, but not more than me
Like Roy Jones and Hopkins, no 60-40 deal
I'm getting 90 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 of thoed
And to other big bitch, by the name of Big Pic
He certified garbage, you can't fuck me trick
(ready, aim, fire), I'm bout these haters retire
Get a job at Mcdonalds, dick for hire
Hogg and PIE, we running these streets
Got beef, my heat'll have you run in the
Calling police saying laws, get them Outlaws
They left me in the desert, in nothing but my
we raw, whether you believe it or not
Come in my face with that plex, and you leave back out

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

[Slim
Correct me if I'm wrong, anywhere in this
The same nigga who your cash, is who's c.d. you on
What happened to I made them niggas, and they stole me
You was acting, nigga you is funny
I peeped your gay ways, way in the days
Hiding in Austin you cried, and rap on stage
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 I'ma do that, well what's stopping you Yo
I saw you and Cappo, at the corner sto'
On you corner, while I was talking to 50/50
If you wanted me so bad, why the you ain't get me
Y'all look dead in my face, saw me in day
I got behind you niggas car, you went the other way
Talking you gon hurt me, what your hurter broke
Last I saw Big Pic, that bitch spoke
And North lying, trying to everything on chop
I know you bootlegging, let the lies stop
You sell enough c.d.'s, to buy you a car
Lil' 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 my dick in your mouth
ass nigga, comb your nappy 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
Bullshit bitch, O.G. is me
me O.G. Slim Thug, bitch ass nigga
I might be young, but bitch I'm a rich ass
And I'ma keep dogging your hoe ass, you apologize
And squash all shit, like the rest of you guys, hoe