Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

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

[Lil
Yeah, yeah, C three,
New Orleans baby, a street Eagle
And ill, yeah, illegal
People steal cars, we people
We eat like dogs, but we people
And even ya lost, trouble still see you
And even if ya dead broke, we are equal
One time for the lil
Eat ya meal, don't let ya eat you
(I run trouble... trouble)
Street runner we with dis one
I run... with...

Wayne]
And the other day, my nigga Chris killed his self
I pray to God, that I never feel the way he
Where do we go when no help?
He figured Heaven, so he left
Ya'll know ain't right
Plus, he was high as a plane that night
Shit, I probably been on same flight
Shit, I had that same fight
I kept swingin
Twelve rounds comin, bells
(I run trouble... trouble)
to the game, when I was just a child
Mama love a drug dealer, quit her job
And took his life, and along 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 with no
But this is how the ends

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

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

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