Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

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

Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, C three,
New baby, a street called Eagle
And ill, yeah, illegal
People steal cars, we people
We eat like dogs, but we 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, let ya meal 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 pray to God, I never feel the way he felt
Where do we go when there's no
He figured Heaven, so he went
Ya'll that ain't right
Plus, he was high as a plane same night
Shit, I probably been on that flight
Shit, I probably had that fight
I just kept
Twelve comin, bells ringin
(I run trouble... trouble)
Introduced to the game, 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
Then my daughter, to my bed side
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

Wayne]
Ya know, let's kick it
I can't it
(I run trouble... trouble)
Ya know,
Yeah,

Wayne]
The tool, it out the jeans
The coke smell just like a bunch of 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, for my G's, kill for my cream
I will have that red on hot beam
Now I hear sirens, 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
Mines under the seat, by my feet, where's yours
Too hoarse liquor, huh?
Too pressure, too much force
Too much money, never heard before

And we stop the at the door
Cut that tail off the rat, he rat no more
(I run trouble... trouble)
Shit, that's right, get trapped with my G's
Keep shootin, 'til I burn my
Nigga please, boys is G's
New Orleans, like 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