Luyện nghe bài hát Trigga Happy

Heh heh
Yeah, its that old gangsta shit right there boy
shit, heh heh

This is Dope Willy from the last muthafuckin' record
I the ten piece, hey I got me some
Now I give a fuck but uh huh, yeah you all
Aint know nothin 'bout this O.G. shit
Unless you start somethin' about Uzis and shit
So uh?

Now this 380 was a bitch who to ho' up on my block
She lived on Smith-N-Wesson with that pimp, Mr.
Now Glock had bitches, he sold pussy by the pound
And bitches jocked his trigga time he came around
Big baller, big shooter
Until he met crazy muthafucka, Mr. Ruger

Now Ruger was a pimp too, he had his own
Mrs. Hollow Tip and Neener who wore clothes
G-string up the ass with the big fat
that Colt 45 cuz shes a gangsta bitch
I my neener and my neener loves me
Muthafuckas think Im crazy cuz Im happy

Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy,
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy,
Trigga happy, trigga happy, happy, nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy,

Heh heh, well Smith-N-Wesson
Heh heh heh, I got me a colt 45 back at the muthafuckin'
Heh heh, yeah, Im to do somethin
With one of these little ol young

Heh heh yeah, but I think a ol ten piece
Hook me up, muthafucka, I know you got that
Yeah muthafuckin Dope Willie in the house
Dont a fuck about no nigga, heh muthafucka shit

Mr. slangin the yay out the bullet shed
And Mrs. Mossberg up his [unverified]
And the shit, it dont be no better
You gotta watch for crooked ass cop Officer Beretta
Put your ass in a sling, check out that skinny ass bitch deuce

Thinking she miss and Mr. Technine lookin' for some convo
And he jammed and stuttered when he had a hoe
But he knockin' boots from hell to heaven
Nigga got a page about three feety gettin' paid for the cot
So now he got a deal with that pimp Mr. Glock

Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy,
Trigga happy, trigga happy, happy, nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy,

Yeah I like that new shit boy
Yeah heh heh trigga happy, trigga heh trigga happy, nigga
Yeah I like that shit, Im 'bout to go here
And talk to these girls over damn, baby what you got on and shit?

Now every wavin' peace to the nine
Cuz glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin' cheap
With his nigga AK kingpin gotta find Mr. Technine do his ass in
Niggas plottin' hits schemes but Mr. Technines got an AR-15
An O.G. from the hood got his cash on rollin' fly brooms
Smokin' chronic to the dome

And Mr. got the word from his people
Mr. Technines a party at The Desert Eagle
So right in front of the club when he checked his
Technine blasted his ass the street sweeper

Trigga happy, trigga happy, happy, nigga
Trigga happy, happy, trigga happy, nigga
Trigga happy, happy, trigga happy, nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, happy, nigga

Goddamn shit fuck y'all and your got these days
That old chronic shit at that!
Goddamn boy, let me get hit of that shit goddamn
You ol trigga happy youth