Luyện nghe bài hát Trigga Happy

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

This is Dope Fiend Willy from the muthafuckin' record
I the ten piece, hey I got me some
Now I dont give a but uh huh, yeah 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 with that pimp, Mr.
Now Glock had many bitches, he pussy by the pound
And bitches his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big shooter
he met that crazy muthafucka, Mr. Ruger

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

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

Heh heh, goddamn Smith-N-Wesson
Heh heh heh, I got me a colt 45 back at the house
Heh heh, yeah, Im to do somethin
With one of these little ol muthafuckas

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

Mr. Snubnose the yay out the bullet shed
And Mrs. Mossberg blowin up his
And the shit, it be gettin' no better
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. lookin' for some convo
And he jammed and stuttered when he had a hoe
But he still knockin' boots hell to heaven
Nigga got a page about three seven gettin' paid for the cot
So now he got a deal with bitchs pimp Mr. Glock

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

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

Now every wavin' peace to the nine
Cuz glock hit the block in a jeep cheap wine
With his nigga AK drug kingpin gotta 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 on rollin' fly brooms
Smokin' chronic to the dome

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

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

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