Luyện nghe bài hát Trigger Finger

I ain't back, nigga.
I'm a douchebag to pussy ass niggas.
in my drawers but I nail yo bitch.
Blunts like fingers, I'm to make a fist.
die, gon' 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 but bitches and money.
I that weed, like I studied.
Bury me in 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 taming sharks.
And these 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 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 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
stomach, full clip
I'm get it. Gon' get it
stomach, full clip
I'm gon' get it. get it
My trigger itchin'
My trigger itchin'
My finger itchin'
My finger itchin'
My trigger finger

I don't like to dream about paid.
You ain't gon' hurt like Kid 'n Play.
Ain't nun but the codeine nigga.
Eyes red like chlorine in 'em.
I was gettin' pussy, I was gettin' 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 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 give her that dick.
Got the world in my hands, dribble that bitch.
is the issue, full court pressure.
I like my blunt, Professor.
I'mma straight with a getaway driver.
Hit you dead on the now you dead on arrival
I fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends.
But never too for new money.
These niggas hatorade by the twelve pack.
two stomachs.
I'm up like two shoes, miss goody.
Keep ratchet nigga.
Trigger itchin', I'll scratch you nigga.
Blow yo fuckin' 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, full
I'm gon' get it. get it
Empty stomach, clip
I'm gon' get it. get it
My finger itchin'
My trigger itchin'
My trigger itchin'
My trigger itchin'
My trigger finger

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

I just 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 gotta problem I can fix it a mathematician.
I ammunition, call me 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