Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

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

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

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

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

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

you get fucked, can't suck
But you want a nigga with a bucks
A 5-double-0 and a Rover
I bend 'em all over 'til I they stuck
Want to tell 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 motherfucking ho is

Bitch want to get 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 a rental
Sippin' on shit that ya pronounce
Ho quit staring at my account

When I on this trouble
Niggas big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, to burn
rich bitch is the only concern
I'm the bomb bitch, I'm
P the you know
'Cause have you seeing me with a bad ass ho
Legendary my
Secondary you
And you won't see me stop making hits 'till I with a cane

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

With Monte Carlos and firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace
round the whole place
Fuck a nigga cop the whole case
And when them marks come nigga crack they whole
The way my glock cock a niggas full
got him like that pitcher from the KC Royals
Socked the P.D., R.I.P.
Very sincerely
Quik nigga

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

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

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