Luyện nghe bài hát Trigga Happy

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

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

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

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

happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, nigga
Trigga happy, happy, trigga 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 muthafuckin'
Heh heh, yeah, Im ready to do
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
muthafuckin Dope Fiend Willie in the house
Dont give a fuck about no nigga, heh muthafucka

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

Thinking she miss thing and Mr. Technine for some convo
And he jammed and stuttered he could had a hoe
But he still boots from hell to heaven
got a page about three feety seven gettin' paid for the cot
So now he got a with that bitchs pimp Mr. Glock

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

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

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

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

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

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