Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble On My Mind

It's the blackout, got the back out
Showing my black ass, engine in the glass
Started in the crack house, went the back route
bin Laden, never throw up in the black house
Still got the out, pull the mask down like a mascot
Still with bitches out with money or with ass shots
G.O.O.D had for one more, I took the last spot
Re-up gang a nigga, 'Ye done hit the jackpot
'nother level, then you add fame
That's a 'nother devil, legit drug dealer
That's a whole 'nother bezel, the carbon
That's a whole 'nother metal, but still it ghetto
Behind the scenes, strings like Gepetto
The gun steam, whistle like a tea kettle
Runnin' the rebels
You and LV shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle

on my mind
I got on my mind
on my mind
So trouble on my mind

on my mind
I got trouble on my
on my mind
So much trouble on my

said "get 'em", so I got 'em
Tripped on Bristol Palin then I shot 'em
it ricocheted and killed the game
I'm a problem cause I wanna fuck the world but not a fan of condoms
Pardon my French, I'm hard as my dick
I envision my tip on the crust of bitch's lips
Mr.Lipschitz has been since I mentioned Reptar's
Triceratops dick
I feel it in my gut to kill these
As a like the arm of my pits
You niggas coming shorter than a wick Billy costume
On sale during Christmas in
Uhm, well, not really, it's gettin' kinda
hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies
Soaked, getting' with it and Bel-Air's riches
With a bag of pills, berries and a biscuit

on my mind
I got trouble on my
Trouble on my
So trouble on my mind

Trouble on my
I got trouble on my
Trouble on my
So much trouble on my

I'm a fucking walking
And a really shitty rapper in my favorite of socks ironed pair of dockers
Two Glocks screamin' west side!
With the speakers blastin' a of pots
Yonkers ten milli, silly
that this 'Preme wasn't free willy
The feeling is neutral, the is youthful
And fuckin' tighter than Chad Hugo's
Wolf Gang and the

With the re-up's a hell of a
Rick James said cocaine's a of a drug
Who else could put the hipsters with felons and
And paint a perfect picture of sellin' it does?
This is for the critics, who the chemistry
Two different worlds, symmetry
And this black art, see the
When you at the top of game, you make enemies
never finish me

Trouble on my
I got trouble on my
Trouble on my
So trouble on my mind

Trouble on my
I got on my mind
Trouble on my
So trouble on my mind