Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

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

I ain't no big dude I'm a rap singer
I exercise one muscle my strap finger
And I can't it how I see it no more
'Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a
And bitches be the same too
Comin' with that sob story 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 hell you to floss her for?
supposed to be 'bout what a baller nigga cost that ho
You a game of black eye in ya S-5
you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cuz' dry
And that supposed to carry her own car note
And be going for that shit "I got a sore throat"
Give that bitch a of secrets
Or that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex

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

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

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

Bitch want to get and high
Point booty on to the sky
Square ass bitch go a pie
Get a tattoo of a in ya eye
Want to be flied Continental
The Benz ain't a
on shit that ya can't pronounce
Ho staring at my bank account

When I bump on this
gettin' big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to
Gettin' rich bitch is the concern
I'm the bomb bitch, I'm
P the you know
pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho
Legendary my
you came
And you won't see me stop making hits 'till I walk a cane

Still 5'11", 6 with shoes
Compton, OG givin' niggas the blues
Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the
I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers the phone
The talkie, the 2-way and all of the above
up yo ass 'til 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
Fuck a 6-pack cop the whole case
And them marks come nigga crack they whole face
The way my glock cock a niggas full
got him spittin' like pitcher from the KC Royals
the P.D., haters R.I.P.
Very yours
Quik please

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

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

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