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 under my
Like so close to me that when I move it

I no big buff dude I'm a rap singer
I exercise one that's 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
with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you
And exactly what the game do
And if you ever get caught dirty a nigga she gon' blame you

So what in the you want to floss her for?
It's supposed to be what a baller nigga cost that ho
You givin' a 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 a couple of secrets
Or give that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex

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

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

Bitch you get fucked, suck
But you a nigga with a million bucks
A and a Rover truck
I bend 'em all over 'til I know stuck
Want to your friends that you fucked with A
But how many did ya suck today?
Do we play Do we move that weight?
All I got for a motherfucking ho is

Bitch want to get and high
that booty on to the sky
Square ass go bake a pie
Get a of a dick in ya eye
Want to be flied call
The Benz a rental
Sippin' on shit ya can't pronounce
Ho quit staring at my bank

When I bump on trouble
Niggas big money on the double
lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Gettin' rich is the only concern
I'm the bomb bitch, I'm
P the reason you
'Cause pimpin'll have you me with a bad ass ho
Legendary my
you came
And you won't see me stop making hits 'till I with a cane

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

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

When I bump on this
Niggas gettin' big money on the
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to
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

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