Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

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

[Lil
Yeah, yeah, C three,
New Orleans baby, a street Eagle
And ill, yeah, illegal
People cars, we steal people
We eat like dogs, but we people
And even when ya lost, trouble see you
And even if ya dead broke, we are equal
One time for the lil
Eat ya meal, let ya meal eat you
(I run trouble... trouble)
Street we crazy 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 there's no help?
He Heaven, so he went left
Ya'll that ain't right
Plus, he was high as a that same night
Shit, I probably been on same flight
Shit, I had that same fight
I kept swingin
Twelve rounds comin, ringin
(I run trouble... trouble)
Introduced to the game, 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
Then my daughter, to my bed side
Told me daddy, cry, I'm alive
I her in the eyes, and see me with no sins
But this is how the note

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

Wayne]
The tool, it poke out the
The coke smell just like a bunch of coffee
Ya nah and everything ain't what 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 beam on hot
Now I hear sirens, wait I I see one behind 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
Check me out, I fuck around and you
Respect due, pay nigga
Mines the seat, by my feet, where's yours nigga?
Too much liquor, huh?
Too much pressure, too much
Too much money, heard that before

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