Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

I'm not ya one hit
And when you see me on the streets in a jeep
Know I got the up under
Not up under the seat, up my cheek
Like so close to me when I move it squeaks

I no big buff dude I'm a rap singer
I one muscle that's my strap finger
And I can't it how I see it no more
'Cause these niggas'll take ya words and twist em' like a pretzel
And bitches be the same too
Comin' that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you
And exactly what the game do
And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' you

So what in the you want to floss her for?
It's supposed to be 'bout what a baller nigga that ho
You a game of black eye in ya S-5
While you niggas back poppin' X you let that cuz' dry
And bitch supposed to carry her own car note
And don't be going for shit "I got a sore throat"
Give that bitch a of secrets
Or give that that ho that application down on to that duplex

When I bump on trouble
Niggas gettin' big on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to
Gettin' rich bitch is the only

When I on this trouble
Niggas big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to
Gettin' bitch is the only concern
The only

Bitch you get fucked, suck
But you want a with a million bucks
A 5-double-0 and a Rover
I bend 'em all over 'til I know stuck
to tell your friends that you fucked with A
But how many dicks did ya suck
Do we play ball? Do we move that
All I got for a ho is hate

want to get drunk and high
Point that on to the sky
ass bitch go bake a pie
Get a of a dick in ya eye
to be flied call Continental
The Benz ain't a
Sippin' on shit that ya pronounce
Ho staring at my bank account

I bump on this trouble
Niggas big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to
Gettin' bitch is the only concern
I'm the bitch, I'm seizing
P the reason you
'Cause pimpin'll you seeing me with a bad ass ho
my name
Secondary you
And you won't see me stop making hits I walk with a cane

5'11", 6 feet with shoes
Compton, OG nigga niggas the blues
Etched in stone, yo bitch fetch the bone
I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers the phone
The walkie talkie, the 2-way and all of the
Nightstick up yo ass we all see blood
ya, I'm a cop too
I'm a cop me a of yay
and try to get it crackin' it's '82

Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace
Dippin' round the whole
a 6-pack nigga cop the whole case
And when them marks come nigga crack they face
The way my glock cock a niggas full
got him spittin' like that pitcher the KC Royals
Socked the P.D., R.I.P.
sincerely yours
Quik nigga

When I bump on trouble
gettin' big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, to burn
Gettin' rich is the only concern

When I bump on trouble
Niggas big money on the double
lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Gettin' rich is the only concern
The only

I bump on this trouble
Niggas gettin' big on the double
lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Gettin' rich bitch is the concern