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

Now this 380 was a bitch who used to ho' up on my
She lived on Smith-N-Wesson with that pimp, Mr.
Now Glock had bitches, he sold pussy by the pound
And bitches jocked his trigga time he came around
Big baller, big game
Until he met that 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, happy, trigga happy, nigga
happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, nigga
Trigga happy, happy, trigga happy, nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, happy, nigga

Heh heh, well Smith-N-Wesson
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 muthafuckas

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

Mr. Snubnose the yay out the bullet shed
And Mrs. Mossberg up his [unverified]
And the shit, it dont be gettin' no
You gotta for that crooked ass cop Officer Beretta
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 and stuttered when he could had a hoe
But he still knockin' boots from to heaven
Nigga got a page about three feety seven gettin' for the cot
So now he got a deal that bitchs pimp Mr. Glock

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

Yeah yeah I like new shit boy
heh heh trigga happy, trigga happy heh trigga 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 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 fuckin'

And Mr. got the word from 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 the street sweeper

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

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