Luyện nghe bài hát Trash

(*gun shots*)

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

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

[Slim
yourself, for the main event from the Boss
Every hater that the Boss, gon get crossed out
loss on they record, them broke niggas insane
Y'all need to get together, and be the We Hate Slim Thug
down on my name, so I'm punishing fools
I why y'all hating, y'all got nothing to lose
I got a lot to lose but fuck it, I lose my respect
The more I start getting checks, the more they start having
They do this shit to records, everybody telling me
They get a lil money, but not more 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 still broke, Street Fame still won't get
They the definition of weak, not the definition of
And to that other big bitch, by the of Big Pic
He certified garbage, you fuck with me trick
(ready, aim, fire), I'm bout make these retire
Get a job at Mcdonalds, dick for hire
Boss Hogg and PIE, we running streets
Got beef, my heat'll you run in the streets
Calling police saying laws, get them Outlaws
They left me in the desert, in 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 with me, ha

[Slim
me if I'm wrong, anywhere in this song
The same nigga who stole cash, is who's c.d. you on
What happened to I made them niggas, and they from me
You never was acting, nigga you is
I peeped gay ways, way back in the days
Hiding in Austin you cried, and rap on stage
All your fans was man, this lil nigga a bitch
When he can't get his way, he quick to a fit
I'ma do this do that, well what's stopping 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
Y'all look in my face, saw me in broad day
When I got behind you niggas car, you the other way
Talking bout you gon hurt me, what hurter broke
Last time I saw Big Pic, that spoke
And lying, trying to blame everything on chop
Bitch I know you bootlegging, let the lies
You sell enough c.d.'s, to buy you a car
Lil' Yo bootleg, so he can get a Northstar
You hollin' it to the ring, like you can knock me out
you standing straight up, I'll stick my dick in your mouth
Midget ass nigga, 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 like a lil dope fiend, out on the Ave
Talking bout I'm trying to plea barging, your O.G
Bullshit bitch, O.G. is me
Call me O.G. Slim Thug, ass nigga
I be young, but bitch I'm a rich ass nigga
And I'ma dogging your hoe ass, till you apologize
And squash all this shit, like the of you guys, hoe