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 you hear the sounds of the car skiddin
start dickin, gangsta from start to the finish
Whassup - never socialable, 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 live paralyzed than to die runnin, you feel it
Stay out his path, chaotic and mad
Pull a K out and blast, and treat day like his last
I'm just a street nigga rhymin some
Dabble in the finest of furs, cowboy minus the and saddle
Prefer for battle; deserved
in highest in cowboy status is not from herdin cattle
One strange guy, I'm nuttin you mayn
Guns all look the same to the eye
Easy to find, me how a gorilla can hide
The realest nigga breathin, ain't no nigga alive

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

[Bow
It's the black Elmer Fudd, a mansion and a yacht
I got a project buildin, weed on the block (c'mon)
A sweet tooth for chronic, shit got me speakin in
Killer cracker, me for my talent
Sniff 'em out a bloodhound
Like they bag out in Vegas on the Greyhound
I never plead guilty, come to filthy
Lawyer off Henny, parole violators with me
And still I walk cause it's
Take they ass to trial they lose a quarter mil', now that's a deal
Filthy at his best
Love I write, with a 7 on my chest
I come, real knowledge, boulevard trade school
Paid dues, cause niggaz know I the rules
Left no clues, X found, is closed
While you go against the grain, a plane of fo's
Take that slang to go, with the rubber handle
Spit at labels, with a 50-50 deal
Explode to your guts, that left hollow
Show the world your nuts, I'm the hoodlum model
To all the that'll follow
remember damage to the 99th power
No one knows the hour, the Bow will strike
Took the sword from Hitler, they stuck in Christ
Now who's . Now who's nice?

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

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