Luyện nghe bài hát Trigga Happy

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

This is Dope Fiend Willy the last muthafuckin' record
I the ten piece, hey I got me some
Now I dont a fuck but uh huh, yeah you all
Aint know nothin 'bout this O.G. shit
Unless you knowin' somethin' about Uzis and shit
So uh?

Now this 380 was a bitch who to ho' up on my block
She lived on Smith-N-Wesson that pimp, Mr. Glock
Now Glock had many bitches, he pussy by the pound
And bitches jocked his trigga every 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 hoish clothes
G-string up the ass the big fat clitoris
that Colt 45 cuz shes a gangsta bitch
I love my and my neener loves me
Muthafuckas Im crazy cuz Im trigga happy

happy, trigga happy, trigga happy, nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, happy, nigga
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy,
Trigga happy, happy, trigga 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 these ol young muthafuckas

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Mr. Glock got the 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 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 y'all and your got these days
That old shit look at that!
Goddamn boy, let me get another hit of that shit
You ol happy muthafuckin' youth