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 when you the sounds of the car skiddin
Then start dickin, from start to the finish
- never socialable, nigga we too disposable
If I get close to you it's probably to dispose of you
Go 'head, try - live or die by these numbers
I'd rather live than to die runnin, you feel it
out his path, he's chaotic and mad
Pull a K out and blast, and treat day like his last
I'm just a nigga rhymin some words
in the finest of furs, cowboy minus the spurs and saddle
Prefer for battle; most
in level in cowboy status is not from herdin cattle
One guy, I'm nuttin like you mayn
all look the same to the un-trained eye
Easy to find, tell me how a gorilla can
The realest nigga breathin, ain't no nigga alive

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

[Bow
It's the black Elmer Fudd, fuck a and a yacht
I got a project buildin, weed on the block (c'mon)
A sweet for chronic, shit got me speakin in ebonics
Killer cracker, respect me for my
Sniff 'em out like a
Like they bag out in Vegas on the Greyhound
I never plead guilty, come to court
Lawyer drunk off Henny, parole violators me
And still I cause it's real
Take they ass to trial then they lose a quarter mil', now that's a
Filthy rich at his
Love hell I write, a 7 on my chest
I come, street knowledge, boulevard trade school
Paid dues, cause niggaz know I honor the
no clues, X found, case is closed
While you go against the grain, with a of fo's
Take that to go, with the rubber handle steel
Spit dum-dums at labels, a 50-50 deal
Explode to guts, that part left hollow
Show the world your nuts, I'm the hoodlum role
To all the competition that'll
Just remember damage to the 99th
No one knows the hour, that the Bow will
Took the sword from Hitler, that they stuck in
Now who's nice? . Now nice?

Yo, you see the is too hot (uh-huh) when you rush my flows
I got, three for twenty-five, rhymes flip blows
What you heard this voice, it's big Cee from the state
(where you from nigga?) Where we hustle 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 the world my status
It's to the death blastin black automatics
You niggaz talk pain, he will catch shells
Twenty-three hours on lockdown, one out cell
I know it sounds sick, when you in this form
My city, the home where the killers is
capture, East and West, now that you have to
leave a little room for this Midwest
And there's no endin, to the words I
I sacrifice my soul for this rich shit (gangsta shit)

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Y'all know it's trouble, y'knamsayin?
I got my Detroit
I got my New York
I'm a nigga
And it's goin for the new millenium motherfuckers!