Luyện nghe bài hát Trigga Happy Aggin

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special is Geto dope processed in Fifth Ward, Texas
We sell so much of this until they want to know we put in it
OK, I'm share this recipe with y'all
Hey John, gimme an ounce of that Fifth Ward bass
Yeah, aw yeah!
Yo Doug! Give me a half a key of drums
Aw yeah! Yeah!
Say Red, me a pound of them horns with red (???) cents in it!
Yeah, aw yeah!
Yeah, aw yeah!
Say fellas, me ton of everything and cut it with the trigger happy
motherfuckin' Boys

[ 1 -- Bushwick ]
We needed money, so I a liquor store
Down on knees she hesitated, I kicked the whore
Wanna go for bad, bitch I go for
Pulled out the 9, think it's a game, she nope
Out comes the manager, thought I was bluffin him
She knew I was serious, so did he when I him
Come on I ain't playin' so give it up
She said the cops are comin', does it look I give a fuck!
You're lucky I horny, I'd be rockin' ya
She let down her hair, pulled up her skirt and what's stoppin' ya?
you must mistake me for a lollygag
'cause' if I get in that ass, they'll me off in a body bag
Gimme the money, I'm of the waiting shit
She said the box is
I said ain't a bitch
Back to the you better open it fast
I'm gettin' tired, I'm to melt a cap in your ass
I got all that that I'm live, how you figure?
I'll forever be a trigga nigga

(gunshots)
Don't fuck me

(gunshots)
You die

[ Verse 2 -- D ]
Doin' in H-Town in my prime
Robbed the same motherfuckas 4 or 5
Where was the cops when I was rippin' off
Out writin' to hard workin' citizens!
They ain't never been smart to catch me
But one day I climbin' with a pussy
He got and hit the floor
I ran non-stop to my god front door
Stashed the and case
A clue led the to my place
I grabbed the bill cleaned my
And what did I a god damn chopper
Damn, ain't a bitch, the motherfucher must've snitched
I thought about puttin some to bed
But I played the instead
Surrender, the last day of November, made the first day of December
Promised when I see that snitch, I'd kill that son of a bitch!
We the slate every day
I couldn't put the fuckin' gun away
Wait a minute, I'm of those forties,
I caught his ass slippin' at a block
Killed a as he said D please
Put holes in his ass rat cheese
Squash shit, how ya figure?
I'll forever be a happy nigga!

(gunshots)
You die

Say to my little friend

Don't with me

You fuck

You die

Say hello to my little

(gunshots)
I'll you all to fuckin hell!

(gunshots)
fuck with me

You fuck

[ 3 -- Scarface ]
Boys on my corner tryin' to run a day
Sellin phony shit, it's white but it ain't caine
stupid mother fucker said I owed him
I ain't payin' the mother fucker I don't play and I him
That if you come and front me with bullshit
You card is and you'll die when I pull it
'cause life is a gamble you fuck with a psycho
No pity on another it's a game, it's how life
I'm hip to all the tricks of the
Killin', and stealin' and niggas to get paid
But this you bullshitted the bullshitter
and found out that I'm a happy nigga

Don't with me

You fuck

You die

Say hello to my little

(gunshots)
take you all to fuckin hell!

Don't fuck me!