Luyện nghe bài hát Trigger Finger

I lookin' back, nigga.
I'm a to these pussy ass niggas.
in my drawers but I nail yo bitch.
Blunts fingers, I'm bout to make a fist.
die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns, put the aside.
Glock clip full the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas station fuel to the fire.
Life ain't shit but and money.
I pass that weed, I studied.
Bury me in fire and me phoenix.
Highway to Heaven, I'm the scenic.
You to the track of my train of thoughts.
And controlling my thoughts is like 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, I'll her yo ex.
Better turn to God, 'fore I to Godzilla.
How the fuck you talk shit to diarrhea
Muthafucka it's on, I'm rubbing 'em wrong.
Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone.
have 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, full
I'm get it. Gon' get it
stomach, full clip
I'm gon' get it. get it
My finger itchin'
My trigger itchin'
My trigger finger
My trigger itchin'
My finger itchin'

I don't like to about gettin' paid.
You ain't gon' nobody like Kid 'n Play.
Ain't nun but the codeine nigga.
hella red like chlorine in 'em.
I was that pussy, I was gettin' that money.
hair, don't care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan.
Too high to take a breath, too high to a step.
Two rights don't a wrong, three rights, make a left.
The cops on my dick, the on my nerves.
I walk it I talk it, got legs on my words.
If she don't suck dick, I don't give her dick.
Got the world in my hands, I'mma that bitch.
Money is the issue, court pressure.
I my blunt, Nutty Professor.
I'mma straight with a getaway driver.
Hit you dead on the now you dead 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 two shoes, miss goody.
Keep ratchet nigga.
Trigger finger itchin', 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 finger itchin'
My trigger finger
My trigger finger

Rest in peace to the game I'm fresh to death.
Rest in peace to the game, tell kill they self.
Make yo death wish, 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 game I killed it.
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to
What you I came out a coffin.

I just see myself,
Living in a of mirrors.
I me a double R,
'Cause I went from to riches.
And these nag like bitches.
Actin' little fags like Richard.
And all of my be bad as vision
You gotta problem I can fix it 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