Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

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

Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, C three,
New Orleans baby, a street Eagle
And ill, yeah, illegal
steal cars, we steal people
We eat dogs, but we still 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, don't let ya eat you
(I run trouble... trouble)
Street runner we crazy dis one
I run... with...

[Lil
And just the other day, my nigga 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 same night
Shit, I probably on that same flight
Shit, I had that same fight
I just kept
Twelve comin, bells ringin
(I run trouble... trouble)
Introduced to the game, when I was a child
Mama a drug dealer, straight quit her job
And took his life, and with him, I died
And she died, we
Then came my daughter, to my bed
Told me daddy, don't cry, I'm
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 can't 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 and everything ain't what it seem
Ya nah mean? and don't play that game, your team
for my bread, kill for my G's, kill for my cream
I will that red beam on hot beam
Now I hear sirens, wait I 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 ain't jumpin in jump suit
A one, I'm on my one, two
Check me out, I fuck and check you
Respect due, pay yours
Mines the seat, by my feet, where's yours nigga?
Too hoarse liquor, huh?
Too much pressure, too much
Too money, never heard 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, I burn my sleeves
Nigga please, these is G's
Represent New Orleans, a Florida leaf
Shit, what you know it, we more than thieves
We steal from the rich, so the can eat
Yeah, act up, my niggas act accordingly
Hey soldier, war with me
on it