Luyện nghe bài hát Trigga Happy

Heh heh
Yeah, goddamn its that old gangsta shit right 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 give a fuck but uh huh, you all
Aint know nothin 'bout this O.G. shit
Unless you start knowin' about Uzis and shit
So uh?

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

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

Trigga happy, happy, trigga happy, nigga
Trigga happy, happy, trigga happy, nigga
happy, trigga happy, trigga 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 house
Heh heh, yeah, Im to do somethin
With one of these ol young 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 a fuck about no nigga, heh muthafucka shit

Mr. Snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet
And Mrs. Mossberg up his [unverified]
And the shit, it be gettin' no better
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. Technine for some convo
And he and stuttered when he could had a hoe
But he still boots from hell to heaven
Nigga got a page three feety seven gettin' paid for the cot
So now he got a deal with bitchs pimp Mr. Glock

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

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

Now every niggas wavin' to the nine
Cuz glock hit the block in a drinkin' cheap wine
his nigga AK drug kingpin gotta find Mr. Technine do his ass in
Niggas hits plottin' 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 he checked his beeper
blasted his ass with the street sweeper

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

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