Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

[Unknown
Cities, streets, that's I learned
Play with fire, you'll get
When the heat was on, I
Turned to trouble...

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

Wayne]
And just the other day, my Chris killed his self
I pray to God, that I feel the way he felt
Where do we go there's no help?
He figured Heaven, so he left
Ya'll know ain't right
Plus, he was high as a plane that night
Shit, I been on that same flight
Shit, I probably had same fight
I just kept
Twelve rounds comin, ringin
(I run trouble... trouble)
Introduced to the game, when I was a child
Mama love a drug dealer, quit her job
And took his life, and along 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 this is how the note

[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 smell just like a bunch of beans
Ya nah and everything ain't what it seem
Ya nah mean? and don't play game, without your team
Kill for my bread, for my G's, kill for my cream
I will that red beam on hot beam
Now I sirens, wait I think I see one behind me
I ain't baby, money got me
Unh
(I run trouble... trouble)
And fuck the police, the feds, too
I jumpin in that jump suit
A one, I'm on my one, two
Check me out, I fuck and check you
due, pay yours nigga
Mines the seat, by my feet, where's yours nigga?
Too much liquor, huh?
Too much pressure, too much
Too much money, never heard before

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