Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

[Unknown
Cities, streets, that's I learned
with fire, you'll get burned
When the heat was on, I
to trouble... trouble

[Lil
Yeah, yeah, C three,
New Orleans baby, a street called
And everybody's ill, yeah,
People steal cars, we steal
We eat like dogs, but we still
And when ya lost, trouble still see you
And even if ya broke, we are still equal
One for the lil people
Eat ya meal, let ya meal eat you
(I run trouble... trouble)
runner we crazy with dis one
I run... with...

Wayne]
And just the other day, my nigga Chris his self
I pray to God, that I never feel the way he
Where do we go there's no help?
He Heaven, so he went left
Ya'll know that ain't
Plus, he was high as a plane that same
Shit, I probably been on that same
Shit, I probably had that same
I just swingin
Twelve rounds comin, bells
(I run trouble... trouble)
Introduced to the game, when I was a child
Mama a drug dealer, straight quit her job
And his life, and along with him, I died
And she died, we
came my daughter, to my bed side
Told me daddy, cry, I'm alive
I look her in the eyes, and see me no sins
But is how the note ends

[Lil
Ya know, let's it back
I call it
(I run trouble... trouble)
Ya know,
Yeah,

Wayne]
The tool, it out the jeans
The coke smell like a bunch of coffee beans
Ya nah mean? and everything ain't it seem
Ya nah mean? and play that game, without your team
Kill for my bread, kill for my G's, kill for my
I will have that red on hot beam
Now I hear sirens, wait I think I see one me
I trippin baby, money got me
Unh
(I run trouble... trouble)
And fuck the police, the feds, too
I ain't jumpin in that suit
A one, I'm on my one, two
me out, I fuck around and check you
Respect due, pay yours
Mines the seat, by my feet, where's yours nigga?
Too hoarse liquor, huh?
Too pressure, too much force
Too much money, never that before

And we stop the snitches at the
Cut that tail off the rat, he won't rat no
(I run trouble... trouble)
Shit, that's right, get trapped with my G's
Keep shootin, 'til I burn my
Nigga please, these is G's
New Orleans, like a Florida leaf
Shit, what you know about it, we more than
We from the rich, so the poor can eat
Yeah, niggas act up, my act accordingly
Hey soldier, don't war me
on it