Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

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

I no big buff dude 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 these niggas'll ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel
And bitches be the same too
Comin' 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 in the hell 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 kick back poppin' X you let cuz' dry
And that bitch supposed to 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 down on Vernon to that duplex

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

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

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

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

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

5'11", 6 feet with shoes
Compton, OG nigga givin' the blues
in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone
I'm the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone
The talkie, the 2-way 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 like it's '82

With Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace
Dippin' round the place
Fuck a 6-pack nigga cop the whole
And when them marks come nigga crack whole face
The way my glock cock keep a full
got him spittin' like pitcher from the KC Royals
Socked the P.D., R.I.P.
Very yours
nigga please

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

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

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