Luyện nghe bài hát Trigger Finger

I lookin' back, nigga.
I'm a douchebag to these ass niggas.
Hammer in my drawers but I yo bitch.
Blunts like fingers, I'm bout to a fist.
die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock full like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas station adding 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 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, 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 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 gon' get it. get it
stomach, full clip
I'm get it. Gon' get it
My trigger finger
My finger itchin'
My trigger finger
My trigger itchin'
My finger itchin'

I don't like to about gettin' paid.
You ain't gon' hurt like Kid 'n Play.
Ain't nun sweet but the nigga.
hella red like chlorine in 'em.
I was that pussy, I was gettin' that 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 it like I talk it, got legs on my words.
If she don't suck dick, I don't her that dick.
Got the world in my hands, dribble that bitch.
Money is the issue, full pressure.
I like my blunt, Professor.
I'mma straight rider with a driver.
Hit you dead on the money now you dead on
I don't fuck these niggas, too old for new friends.
But never too for new money.
These niggas buying by the twelve pack.
two stomachs.
I'm laced up like two shoes, goody.
Keep that 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 gon' get it. get it
stomach, full clip
I'm get it. Gon' get it
My trigger itchin'
My trigger finger
My finger itchin'
My trigger finger
My finger itchin'

Rest in peace to the game 'cause I'm 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, 'cause I'm to death
You go broke get fresh like this.
in peace to the game '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,
Living in a of mirrors.
I bought me a R,
'Cause I from rags to riches.
And these nag like bitches.
Actin' little fags like Richard.
And all of my bitches be bad as
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