Luyện nghe bài hát Trigga Happy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mr. Snubnose the yay out the bullet shed
And Mrs. Mossberg blowin up his
And the shit, it be gettin' no better
You gotta watch for crooked ass cop Officer Beretta
Put your ass in a sling, check out skinny ass bitch deuce deuce

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

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

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

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

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