Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

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

[Lil
Yeah, yeah, C three,
New Orleans baby, a called Eagle
And ill, yeah, illegal
People steal cars, we steal
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)
runner we crazy with dis one
I run... with...

[Lil
And just the other day, my Chris killed his self
I pray to God, that I never the way he felt
Where do we go there's no help?
He Heaven, so he went left
Ya'll know ain't right
Plus, he was high as a plane that same
Shit, I been on that same flight
Shit, I probably had same fight
I just swingin
rounds comin, bells ringin
(I run trouble... trouble)
Introduced to the game, I was just a child
love a drug dealer, straight quit her job
And took his life, and along with him, I
And she died, we
came my daughter, to my bed side
Told me daddy, don't cry, I'm
I look her in the eyes, and see me with no
But this is how the ends

Wayne]
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 a bunch of coffee beans
Ya nah mean? and everything ain't what it
Ya nah and don't play that game, without your team
Kill for my bread, kill for my G's, kill for my
I will have that red beam on hot
Now I hear sirens, wait I think I see one 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 jump suit
A one, I'm on my one, two
me out, I fuck around and check you
Respect due, pay yours
under the seat, by my feet, where's yours nigga?
Too much liquor, huh?
Too much pressure, too much
Too much money, never heard that

And we the snitches at the door
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
shootin, 'til I burn my sleeves
Nigga please, boys is G's
New Orleans, like a Florida leaf
Shit, what you know about it, we more thieves
We steal from the rich, so the can eat
Yeah, act up, my niggas act accordingly
Hey soldier, war with me
on it