Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

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Cities, streets, where 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 everybody's ill, yeah,
steal cars, we steal 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 time for the lil
Eat ya meal, don't let ya eat you
(I run trouble... trouble)
Street runner we 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 no help?
He Heaven, so he went left
Ya'll know that right
Plus, he was high as a plane that same
Shit, I probably been on that 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 dealer, straight quit her job
And took his life, and along with him, I
And she died, we
Then my daughter, to my bed side
Told me daddy, don't cry, I'm
I look her in the eyes, and see me no sins
But this is how the note

Wayne]
Ya know, let's kick it
I call it
(I run trouble... trouble)
Ya know,
Yeah,

Wayne]
The tool, it out the jeans
The coke just like a bunch of coffee beans
Ya nah mean? and 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 have that red beam on hot
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 jumpin in that 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, yours nigga?
Too much liquor, huh?
Too much pressure, too force
Too much money, never heard that

And we stop the snitches at the
Cut that off the rat, he won't rat no more
(I run trouble... trouble)
Shit, right, get trapped fuck with my G's
shootin, 'til 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, war with me
on it