Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble - Polar Bear

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

Yo, I'm out all day
From when you hear the of the car skiddin
Then start dickin, gangsta from to the finish
- never socialable, nigga we too disposable
If I get close to you it's to dispose of you quicker
Go 'head, try somethin - or die by these numbers
I'd rather paralyzed than to die runnin, you feel 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 spurs and
Prefer for battle; deserved
in highest level in cowboy status is not from herdin
One strange guy, I'm nuttin you mayn
Guns all the same to the un-trained eye
Easy to find, tell me how a can hide
The realest nigga breathin, ain't no nigga realer

2X: Royce]
Y'all in trouble (in trouble)
niggaz in trouble (in trouble).
Y'all in trouble (in trouble)
Y'all niggaz in trouble, you want this

[Bow
It's the 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 guilty, come to court filthy
drunk off Henny, parole violators with me
And still I cause it's real
Take they ass to trial then they lose a mil', now that's a deal
rich at his best
Love I write, with a 7 on my chest
I come, street knowledge, boulevard trade school
dues, cause niggaz know I honor the rules
Left no clues, X found, is closed
While you go against the grain, with a plane of
Take that slang to go, with the handle steel
Spit at labels, with a 50-50 deal
Explode to your guts, that left hollow
Show the world nuts, I'm the hoodlum role model
To all the competition follow
Just remember damage to the 99th
No one knows the hour, the Bow will strike
Took the sword from Hitler, that they stuck in
Now nice? . Now who's nice?

Yo, you see the press is too hot (uh-huh) when you my flows
I got, for twenty-five, rhymes flip like blows
What you never heard this voice, big Cee from the state
(where you from nigga?) Where we pimp hustle hard, it out for the weight
Eyes wide, 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 to the death blastin black automatics
You niggaz pain, he will catch these shells
Twenty-three on lockdown, one out your cell
I know it sounds sick, you deal in this form
My city, the home the killers is born
Close capture, East and West, now that you to
a little room for this Midwest rapture
And there's no endin, to the I spit
I sacrifice my for this filthy rich shit (gangsta shit)

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