Luyện nghe bài hát Trigga Happy

Heh heh
Yeah, goddamn its that old gangsta shit 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 fuck but uh huh, you all
Aint gonna know nothin 'bout this O.G.
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 jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big shooter
Until he met that crazy muthafucka, Mr.

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

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

Heh heh, well 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 little ol young muthafuckas

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

Mr. Snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet
And Mrs. Mossberg blowin up his
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 thing and Mr. Technine lookin' for some 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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