Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

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

[Lil
Yeah, yeah, C three,
New Orleans baby, a street called
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 broke, we are still equal
One time for the lil
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 Chris killed his self
I pray to God, I never feel the way he felt
Where do we go when no help?
He figured Heaven, so he went
Ya'll know that ain't
Plus, he was high as a that same night
Shit, I been on that same flight
Shit, I probably had same fight
I kept swingin
Twelve rounds comin, ringin
(I run trouble... trouble)
to the game, when I was just a child
Mama love a drug dealer, quit her job
And his life, and along with 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 no sins
But is how the note ends

[Lil
Ya know, let's it back
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 beans
Ya nah mean? and ain't what it seem
Ya nah mean? and don't play game, without your team
for my bread, kill for my G's, kill for my cream
I have 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 that suit
A one, I'm on my one, two
Check me out, I fuck and check you
due, pay yours nigga
Mines under the seat, by my feet, yours nigga?
Too much liquor, huh?
Too much pressure, too force
Too much money, heard that before

And we the snitches 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 burn my
Nigga please, these is G's
Represent New Orleans, a Florida leaf
Shit, you know about it, we more than thieves
We from the rich, so the poor can eat
Yeah, niggas act up, my act accordingly
Hey soldier, don't war me
on it