Luyện nghe bài hát Trigga Happy

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

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

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

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

Trigga happy, happy, trigga happy, nigga
happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, 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 ready to do
With one of these little ol muthafuckas

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

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

Thinking she miss thing and Mr. Technine for some convo
And he jammed and when he could had a hoe
But he still knockin' boots from to heaven
Nigga got a page about feety seven 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, trigga happy,
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy,

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

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

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

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

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