Luyện nghe bài hát Trigga Happy

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

This is Dope Willy 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 gonna nothin 'bout this O.G. shit
Unless you start somethin' about Uzis and shit
So uh?

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

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

Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy,
Trigga happy, happy, trigga happy, nigga
Trigga happy, happy, trigga happy, nigga
Trigga happy, happy, trigga 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 to do somethin
With one of these little ol young

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 about no nigga, heh muthafucka shit

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

Thinking she miss thing and Mr. Technine lookin' for convo
And he and stuttered when he could had a hoe
But he still knockin' from hell to heaven
Nigga got a page about three feety gettin' paid for the cot
So now he got a deal with that bitchs pimp Mr.

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

yeah I like that new shit boy
Yeah heh heh 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, baby what you got on and

Now every niggas peace to the nine
Cuz glock hit the in a jeep drinkin' cheap wine
With his nigga AK kingpin gotta find Mr. Technine do his ass in
plottin' 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. Glock got the word his people
Mr. Technines havin a at The Desert Eagle
So right in front of the club when he checked his
Technine blasted his ass with the street

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

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