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 Eagle
And everybody's ill, yeah,
steal cars, we steal people
We eat dogs, but we still people
And when ya lost, trouble 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...

[Lil
And just the day, my nigga Chris killed his self
I to God, that I never feel the way he felt
Where do we go there's no help?
He Heaven, so he went left
Ya'll know that right
Plus, he was high as a plane that night
Shit, I probably been on that flight
Shit, I probably had that same
I kept swingin
Twelve rounds comin, bells
(I run trouble... trouble)
to the game, when I was just a child
Mama a drug dealer, straight quit her job
And his life, and along with him, I died
And she died, we
Then came my daughter, to my bed
me daddy, don't 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 kick it
I call it
(I run trouble... trouble)
Ya know,
Yeah,

[Lil
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 will that red beam on hot beam
Now I hear sirens, I think I see one behind me
I ain't trippin baby, got me
Unh
(I run trouble... trouble)
And the police, fuck the feds, too
I ain't jumpin in that jump
A one, I'm on my one, two
me out, I fuck around and check you
Respect due, pay nigga
Mines under the seat, by my feet, where's yours
Too much hoarse liquor,
Too much pressure, too force
Too much money, heard that before

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