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 record
I want the ten piece, hey I got me
Now I dont give a fuck but uh huh, you all
Aint gonna know 'bout this O.G. shit
Unless you start somethin' about Uzis and shit
So uh?

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

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

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

Heh heh, goddamn Smith-N-Wesson
Heh heh heh, I got me a 45 back at the muthafuckin' house
Heh heh, yeah, Im ready to do
With one of little ol young muthafuckas

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

Mr. Snubnose slangin the yay out the shed
And Mrs. blowin up his [unverified]
And the shit, it be gettin' no better
You watch 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. lookin' for some convo
And he jammed and when he could had a hoe
But he still knockin' 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

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

Now every niggas wavin' to the nine
Cuz glock hit the block in a drinkin' cheap wine
With his 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. nigga the hood got his cash on rollin' fly brooms
chronic to the fuckin' dome

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

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

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