Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble - Polar Bear

Da 5'9"]
Uhh,
Royce 5-9, my Bow Tie
My nigga Cee, Six
Gangsta, what, gangsta, what, uhh
Gangsta, is gangsta

Yo, I'm out all day
From you hear the sounds of the car skiddin
Then start dickin, gangsta start to the finish
- never socialable, nigga we too disposable
If I get to you it's probably to dispose of you quicker
Go 'head, try somethin - live or die by numbers
I'd rather live paralyzed than to die runnin, you it
out his path, he's chaotic and mad
Pull a K out and blast, and treat every day like his
I'm just a street nigga some words
Dabble in the finest of furs, cowboy minus the and saddle
Prefer for most deserved
in highest level in cowboy status is not from cattle
One guy, I'm nuttin like you mayn
Guns all look the to the un-trained eye
Easy to find, tell me how a gorilla can
The nigga breathin, ain't no nigga realer alive

2X: Royce]
Y'all in trouble (in trouble)
niggaz in trouble (in trouble).
Y'all in trouble (in trouble)
niggaz in trouble, you don't want this

[Bow
the black Elmer Fudd, fuck a mansion and a yacht
I got a project buildin, weed runnin on the (c'mon)
A tooth for chronic, shit got me speakin in ebonics
Killer cracker, respect me for my
Sniff 'em out like a
they bag mills out in Vegas on the Greyhound
I never plead guilty, come to court
drunk off Henny, parole violators with me
And I walk cause it's real
Take ass to trial then they lose a quarter mil', now that's a deal
rich at his best
Love hell I write, a 7 on my chest
I come, real street knowledge, boulevard school
dues, cause niggaz know I honor the rules
Left no clues, X found, case is
While you go against the grain, a plane of fo's
Take slang to go, with the rubber handle steel
Spit at labels, with a 50-50 deal
Explode to your guts, that part left
Show the world your nuts, I'm the role model
To all the competition that'll
Just remember damage to the power
No one the hour, that the Bow will strike
Took the sword from Hitler, that they stuck in
Now who's nice? . Now who's

Yo, you see the press is too hot (uh-huh) when you rush my
I got, three for twenty-five, flip like blows
What you heard this voice, it's big Cee from the state
(where you from nigga?) Where we pimp hard, bang it out for the weight
wide, cause me and my niggaz organize crime
You either get it in the streets, or runnin from the lines
My game's at command, I show the world my
It's filthy to the death black automatics
You talk pain, he will catch these shells
Twenty-three hours on lockdown, one out your
I know it sounds sick, you deal in this form
My city, the home where the is born
capture, East and West, now that you have to
leave a little room for this rapture
And there's no endin, to the I spit
I my soul for this filthy rich shit (gangsta shit)

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Y'all niggaz it's trouble, y'knamsayin?
I got my niggaz
I got my New York
I'm a Chi-Town
And it's goin for the new millenium motherfuckers!