Luyện nghe bài hát Trigger Finger

I lookin' back, nigga.
I'm a douchebag to pussy ass niggas.
Hammer in my drawers but I yo bitch.
Blunts like fingers, I'm to make a fist.
Everybody die, bury me alive.
Grab by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas station fuel to the fire.
Life ain't shit but and money.
I that weed, like I studied.
me in fire and watch me phoenix.
Highway to Heaven, I'm the scenic.
You tied to the track of my of thoughts.
And controlling my thoughts is like sharks.
And hoes wanna kick it with me, I'm a sensei.
And I got fat pockets, you in shape.
Tools on deck, on necks.
Life is a bitch, make her yo ex.
Better to God, 'fore I turn to Godzilla.
How the fuck you gon' shit to diarrhea
Muthafucka on, I'm just rubbing 'em wrong.
Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone.
I'll have a broke run in ya home.
For a and a bone and put one in ya dome.

One in ya dome. One in ya
One in ya dome. One in ya
One in ya dome. One in ya
One in ya dome. One in ya
Empty stomach, clip
I'm get it. Gon' get it
Empty stomach, full
I'm gon' get it. get it
My finger itchin'
My trigger itchin'
My finger itchin'
My trigger finger
My trigger itchin'

I don't like to dream gettin' paid.
You ain't gon' hurt nobody Kid 'n Play.
Ain't nun but the codeine nigga.
hella red like chlorine in 'em.
I was gettin' that pussy, I was gettin' money.
Long hair, don't care, Jim Duggan.
Too high to a breath, too high to take a step.
Two rights don't a wrong, three rights, make a left.
The on my dick, the feds on my nerves.
I walk it like I talk it, got on my words.
If she don't dick, I don't give her that dick.
Got the world in my hands, I'mma that bitch.
Money is the issue, full pressure.
I my blunt, Nutty Professor.
I'mma rider with a getaway driver.
Hit you dead on the now you dead on arrival
I don't fuck with niggas, too old for new friends.
But too rich for new money.
These buying hatorade by the twelve pack.
two stomachs.
I'm laced up like two shoes, goody.
Keep ratchet nigga.
finger itchin', I'll scratch you nigga.
Blow yo brains out in traffic nigga.
Got green, New Orleans, St. nigga.
One in the whip, one on the phone.
The one on the phone, is in of ya home.
She to run in ya home, and put one in ya dome.

One in ya dome. One in ya
One in ya dome. One in ya
One in ya dome. One in ya
One in ya dome. One in ya
Empty stomach, clip
I'm get it. Gon' get it
Empty stomach, full
I'm gon' get it. get it
My trigger finger
My trigger finger
My trigger finger
My trigger itchin'
My finger itchin'

Rest in peace to the game I'm fresh to death.
Rest in to the game, tell them kill they self.
Make yo death wish, I'm too fresh.
'Cause I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
You go tryna get fresh like this.
in peace to the game 'cause I killed it.
I'm fresh to death, I'm to death
you talkin' I came out a coffin.

I can't see myself,
in a house of mirrors.
I bought me a R,
'Cause I went from to riches.
And these nag like bitches.
Actin' like little fags Richard.
And all of my be bad as vision
You problem I can fix it like a mathematician.
I ammunition, call me for short.
shirt, camo the shorts.
Ya is a freak, ya man is a narc.
Put ya son in ya arm, or put one in ya

One in ya dome. One in ya