Luyện nghe bài hát Trigga Happy

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

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

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

Now Ruger was a too, he had his own hoes
Mrs. Tip and Neener who wore hoish clothes
G-string up the ass the big fat clitoris
Drinkin that Colt 45 cuz shes a bitch
I love my and my neener loves me
Muthafuckas think Im cuz Im trigga happy

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

Heh heh, well goddamn
Heh heh heh, I got me a colt 45 back at the house
Heh heh, yeah, Im to do somethin
With one of these little ol muthafuckas

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

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

Thinking she miss thing and Mr. lookin' for some convo
And he and stuttered when he could had a hoe
But he still knockin' boots from to heaven
Nigga got a about three feety seven gettin' paid for the cot
So now he got a deal with that bitchs pimp Mr.

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

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

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

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

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

Goddamn shit fuck and your folks got these days
old chronic shit look at that!
Goddamn boy, let me get hit of that shit goddamn
You ol happy muthafuckin' youth