Luyện nghe bài hát Trash

(*gun shots*)

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

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

[Slim
Brace yourself, for the main event from the
hater that cross the Boss, gon get crossed out
Another loss on record, them broke niggas insane
Y'all need to get together, and be the We Hate Slim Thug
Talking down on my name, so I'm fools
I why y'all hating, y'all got nothing to lose
I got a lot to lose but fuck it, I won't my respect
The more I start checks, the more they start having plex
They do this shit to records, everybody telling me
They get a lil money, but not more than me
Like Roy and Hopkins, ain't no 60-40 deal
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 retire
Get a job at Mcdonalds, dick suckers for
Hogg and PIE, we running these streets
Got beef, my heat'll you run in the streets
Calling police laws, come 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 leave back 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, in this song
The same who stole your cash, is who's c.d. you on
What happened to I made niggas, and they stole from me
You was acting, nigga you is funny
I peeped your gay ways, way in the days
Hiding in Austin you cried, and wouldn't rap on
All your fans was like man, lil nigga a bitch
he can't get his way, he quick to pitch a fit
I'ma do this do that, well what's stopping you Yo
I saw you and Young Cappo, at the sto'
On you niggas corner, while I was talking to
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 behind you niggas car, you the other way
Talking you gon hurt me, what your 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
Help Lil' Yo bootleg, so he can get a
You bring 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 in the boys section, wear cartoon underwear
Don't make me tie your ass up, and give you a bath
You like a lil dope 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, 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 this shit, like the of you guys, hoe