Luyện nghe bài hát Trigger Finger

I ain't back, nigga.
I'm a douchebag to these ass niggas.
Hammer in my drawers but I yo bitch.
Blunts fingers, I'm bout to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' me alive.
Grab by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip full like the 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.
Bury me in and watch me phoenix.
Highway to Heaven, I'm the scenic.
You to the track of my train of thoughts.
And my thoughts is like taming sharks.
And these hoes 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, make her yo ex.
Better turn to God, 'fore I to Godzilla.
How the fuck you gon' talk shit to
Muthafucka it's on, I'm just 'em wrong.
Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone.
I'll a broke muthafucka run in ya home.
For a crumb and a 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 itchin'
My trigger itchin'

I don't like to about gettin' paid.
You ain't gon' nobody like Kid 'n Play.
nun sweet but the codeine nigga.
Eyes hella red like in 'em.
I was gettin' that pussy, I was that money.
Long hair, don't care, Jim Duggan.
Too high to take a breath, too to take a step.
Two rights make a wrong, three rights, make a left.
The cops on my dick, the on my nerves.
I walk it like I it, got legs on my words.
If she don't suck dick, I give her that dick.
Got the world in my hands, I'mma dribble bitch.
Money is the issue, court pressure.
I like my blunt, Professor.
I'mma rider with a getaway driver.
Hit you dead on the money now you on arrival
I don't with these niggas, too old for new friends.
But too rich for new money.
These niggas buying hatorade by the pack.
two stomachs.
I'm laced up like two shoes, goody.
Keep that nigga.
Trigger itchin', I'll scratch you nigga.
Blow yo fuckin' brains out in 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, full
I'm gon' get it. get it
Empty stomach, full
I'm gon' get it. get it
My trigger itchin'
My trigger finger
My finger itchin'
My finger itchin'
My trigger itchin'

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

I can't see myself,
in a house of mirrors.
I me a double R,
I went from rags to riches.
And niggas nag like bitches.
Actin' little fags like Richard.
And all of my bitches be bad as
You gotta I can fix it like a mathematician.
I ammunition, me ammo 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