Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

1]
I'm hot enough to make skin bubble
a Smith & Wesson

Uh oh, trouble, say nothin
You can tell that I'm
By the in my eye bra
But I got no pitchfork

I stick niggaz with this
your porch

Hit the floor, duck behind couch
If I hear enough screamin
I'm down your house
Apocolypse the
I kill

Pillage village
Slaughter your
And your women

2]
Bustin through door like dun da dun da
Bitches hit the on the double
off a couple
Rounds and let it

In belly
Bullets dipped in
So they hit you
You and ready
To get
up in your grave
Trust me, I'm that
Just me if you brave
Eklypse I stay
Pit, Playboy, and Lynch
Kill a bitch nigga
And run a train on his nigga

3]
I wish these niggaz would try to me for the chips
I got metal muscle with silent
And grips give violent trips
First I'm with you
I'm not
When you run up on me I pop

Gun up on me all official
I'm chewin grissels
Your gonna miss you
Do away with you
You should of had a gun you
I got
You cookin utensils
shit that'll make your skin bubble
Fuckin with these plague
You gotsta know you in

(repeat 8 times)

4]
I keeps it real the deal
Headbuttin motherfuckers Evander Holyfield
I makes a course dinner
Out of
some pills
Smoke some

as fuck
Rollin up a
When I get smokin it
I'm to your house nigga
for breakfast
Kickin in your

At in the morning

Time to wake up, so I can do your ass wrong
I got my ??
comes trouble

Hell's angel, niggaz call me spawn

5]
Shit I'm off that ???
Ready to load the again
Soon as I put in
See i'ma aim it at your
it on your friend
Your friendly neighborhood
I can make niggaz follow me like the pod can

Arachnaphobia, I'm the man
to put 'em in the pan
Heat 'em and eat 'em as as I can
Man I'm first, you to land
Stretch your neck elastic like plastic

Tephlon they crash and land
I'm double time

You in time
I'm a bubble

6]
I'm titani and
I do random
Load up all my clips
And lets go this shit
Trouble is what we fo
Kick in that fuckin

Put a gag up on hoe
Slit that niggaz
Light up the
Smoke we choke
I wish you would try to locc
And get his neck
in the door
Shotgun up the
blown
Eyes
Nothin but

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