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, niggaz is

Yo, I'm out all day
From when you the sounds of the car skiddin
Then start dickin, gangsta from to the finish
Whassup - never socialable, we too disposable
If I get close to you it's probably to of you quicker
Go 'head, try somethin - live or die by numbers
I'd rather paralyzed than to die runnin, you feel it
Stay out his path, chaotic and mad
Pull a K out and blast, and every day like his last
I'm just a street nigga some words
Dabble in the of furs, cowboy minus the spurs and saddle
Prefer for battle; most
in highest in cowboy status is not from herdin cattle
One strange guy, I'm nuttin like you
Guns all look the same to the eye
Easy to find, me how a gorilla can hide
The realest nigga breathin, ain't no realer alive

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

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

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 never heard voice, it's big Cee from the state
(where you nigga?) Where we pimp hustle hard, bang it out for the weight
Eyes wide, cause me and my niggaz organize
You either get it in the streets, or runnin the jail lines
My game's at command, I show the world my
It's filthy to the blastin black automatics
You niggaz talk pain, he catch these shells
Twenty-three hours on lockdown, one out your
I know it sounds sick, when you deal in form
My city, the home where the killers is
capture, East and West, now that you have to
leave a little for this Midwest rapture
And no endin, to the words I spit
I sacrifice my soul for this rich shit (gangsta shit)

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