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 the ten piece, hey I got me some
Now I dont give a but uh huh, yeah you all
Aint know nothin 'bout this O.G. shit
Unless you start knowin' somethin' Uzis and shit
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 had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he around
Big baller, big game
Until he met that crazy muthafucka, Mr.

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

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

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

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

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

Thinking she miss thing and Mr. Technine lookin' for some
And he jammed and when he could had a hoe
But he still knockin' boots from hell to
Nigga got a page about three seven gettin' paid for the cot
So now he got a deal with that 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
heh heh trigga happy, trigga happy 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 wavin' peace 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 plottin' hits plottin' schemes but Mr. got an AR-15
An O.G. nigga from the hood got his cash on fly brooms
Smokin' chronic to the dome

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

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

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