Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

I'm not ya one hit
And when you see me on the streets in a black
I got the heat up under
Not up under the seat, up my cheek
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 my strap finger
And I can't call it how I see it no
these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel
And these bitches be the too
Comin' with that sob crocodile tears trying to gang you
And exactly what the game do
And if you ever get dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you

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

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

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

you get fucked, can't suck
But you a nigga with a million bucks
A and a Rover truck
I bend 'em all over 'til I know they
Want to tell your friends that you 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

want to get drunk and high
Point booty on to the sky
ass bitch go bake a pie
Get a tattoo of a in ya eye
Want to be flied Continental
The Benz ain't a
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, rubber to
Gettin' rich bitch is the concern
I'm the bitch, I'm seizing
P the you know
pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho
Legendary my
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, makin' yo bitch fetch the
I'm calling the punk motherfuckers catch the phone
The walkie talkie, the and all of the above
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' like '82

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

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

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

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