Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

[Unknown
Cities, streets, where I learned
Play fire, you'll get burned
the heat was on, I turned
Turned to trouble...

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

Wayne]
And just the other day, my nigga killed his self
I to God, that I never feel the way he felt
Where do we go there's no help?
He figured Heaven, so he left
Ya'll that ain't right
Plus, he was high as a plane that same
Shit, I probably on that same flight
Shit, I probably had same fight
I just swingin
rounds comin, bells ringin
(I run trouble... trouble)
to the game, when I was just a child
Mama love a dealer, straight 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

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

[Lil
The tool, it out the jeans
The coke smell just a bunch of coffee beans
Ya nah mean? and everything ain't what it
Ya nah mean? and don't 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 I see one behind me
I ain't baby, money got me
Unh
(I run trouble... trouble)
And fuck the police, the feds, too
I ain't jumpin in jump suit
A one, I'm on my one, two
Check me out, I fuck around and you
Respect due, pay yours
Mines under the seat, by my feet, where's nigga?
Too much hoarse liquor,
Too much pressure, too much
Too much money, heard that before

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