Luyện nghe bài hát Trigger Finger

I ain't back, nigga.
I'm a douchebag to these ass niggas.
in my drawers but I nail yo bitch.
Blunts like fingers, I'm to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' me alive.
Grab by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas adding fuel to the fire.
Life shit but bitches and money.
I pass weed, like I studied.
me in fire and watch me phoenix.
Highway to Heaven, I'm the scenic.
You tied to the of my train of thoughts.
And my thoughts is like taming sharks.
And hoes wanna kick it with me, I'm a sensei.
And I got fat pockets, you in shape.
on deck, tattoos on necks.
Life is a bitch, I'll her yo ex.
Better turn to God, 'fore I to Godzilla.
How the you gon' talk 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 muthafucka 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
stomach, full clip
I'm get it. Gon' get it
Empty stomach, full
I'm get it. Gon' get it
My trigger itchin'
My trigger finger
My trigger itchin'
My trigger itchin'
My trigger finger

I don't like to dream gettin' paid.
You gon' hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play.
Ain't nun but the codeine nigga.
Eyes hella red chlorine in 'em.
I was gettin' that pussy, I was that money.
Long hair, don't care, Jim Duggan.
Too to take a breath, too high to take a step.
Two rights make 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 suck dick, I don't her that dick.
Got the world in my hands, I'mma dribble bitch.
Money is the issue, full pressure.
I like my blunt, Professor.
straight rider with a getaway driver.
Hit you on the money now you dead on arrival
I don't with these niggas, too old for new friends.
But too rich for new money.
These niggas hatorade by the twelve pack.
two stomachs.
I'm up like two shoes, miss goody.
that ratchet nigga.
Trigger finger itchin', 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
stomach, full clip
I'm get it. Gon' get it
Empty stomach, full
I'm get it. Gon' get it
My finger itchin'
My finger itchin'
My trigger finger
My finger itchin'
My trigger finger

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

I can't see myself,
in a house of mirrors.
I me a double R,
'Cause I from rags to riches.
And these niggas nag bitches.
Actin' like fags like Richard.
And all of my bitches be bad as
You problem I can fix it like a mathematician.
I ammunition, me ammo for short.
Trukfit shirt, 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