Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

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

[Lil
Yeah, yeah, C three,
New Orleans baby, a street called
And ill, yeah, illegal
People steal cars, we people
We eat like dogs, but we people
And even when ya lost, trouble see you
And even if ya dead broke, we are equal
One for the lil people
Eat ya meal, don't let ya eat you
(I run trouble... trouble)
Street runner we crazy dis one
I run... with...

[Lil
And just the other day, my nigga killed his self
I to God, that I never feel the way he felt
do we go when there's no help?
He Heaven, so he went left
Ya'll know ain't right
Plus, he was high as a plane same night
Shit, I probably on that same flight
Shit, I probably had that fight
I kept swingin
Twelve rounds comin, ringin
(I run trouble... trouble)
Introduced to the game, when I was just a
Mama a drug dealer, straight quit her job
And took his life, and along 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 it back
I call it
(I run trouble... trouble)
Ya know,
Yeah,

Wayne]
The tool, it out the jeans
The coke smell just a bunch of coffee beans
Ya nah mean? and ain't what it seem
Ya nah mean? and don't play that game, 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 trippin baby, got me
Unh
(I run trouble... trouble)
And the police, fuck the feds, too
I ain't in that jump suit
A one, I'm on my one, two
Check me out, I fuck around and you
Respect due, pay yours
Mines the seat, by my feet, where's yours nigga?
Too much hoarse liquor,
Too pressure, too much force
Too money, never heard that before

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