Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

I'm not ya one hit
And when you see me on the streets in a jeep
I got the heat 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 buff dude I'm a rap
I one muscle that's my strap finger
And I can't call it how I see it no
'Cause these niggas'll take ya words and twist em' like a pretzel
And bitches be the same too
Comin' with that sob story crocodile 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 hell you want to her for?
It's supposed to be 'bout a baller nigga cost that ho
You givin' a game of eye in ya S-5
While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that dry
And that bitch supposed to her own car note
And don't be going for that "I got a sore throat"
Give that bitch a couple of
Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to duplex

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

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

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

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

I bump on this trouble
Niggas big money on the double
lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Gettin' rich 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 'till I with a cane

Still 5'11", 6 feet with
Compton, OG givin' 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
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' like '82

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

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

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

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