Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

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

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

[Lil
And the other day, my nigga Chris killed his self
I pray to God, that I never the way he felt
do we go when there's no help?
He figured Heaven, so he left
know that ain't right
Plus, he was high as a plane that same
Shit, I probably been on that flight
Shit, I probably had that fight
I just kept
Twelve rounds comin, bells
(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 with him, I died
And she died, we
Then came my daughter, to my bed
Told me daddy, don't cry, I'm
I look her in the eyes, and see me with no
But is how the note ends

[Lil
Ya know, let's it back
I can't it
(I run trouble... trouble)
Ya know,
Yeah,

Wayne]
The tool, it poke out the
The coke just like a bunch of coffee beans
Ya nah mean? and everything what it seem
Ya nah mean? and don't play that game, your team
Kill for my bread, kill for my G's, kill for my
I will have red beam on hot beam
Now I sirens, wait I think 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 in that jump suit
A one, I'm on my one, two
me out, I fuck around and check you
Respect due, pay nigga
under the seat, by my feet, where's yours nigga?
Too much liquor, huh?
Too much pressure, too force
Too much money, never 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
Keep shootin, 'til I my sleeves
please, these boys is G's
Represent New Orleans, like a Florida
Shit, you know about it, we more than thieves
We from the rich, so the poor can eat
Yeah, niggas act up, my niggas act
Hey soldier, war with me
on it