Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble - Polar Bear

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

Yo, I'm out all day
From you hear the sounds of the car skiddin
Then start dickin, gangsta from start to the
Whassup - never socialable, nigga we too
If I get close to you probably to dispose of you quicker
Go 'head, try somethin - live or die by these
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 rhymin some words
Dabble in the finest of furs, minus the spurs and saddle
Prefer for battle; most
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 realest nigga breathin, no nigga realer alive

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

[Bow
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
cracker, respect me for my talent
Sniff 'em out like a
Like they bag out in Vegas on the Greyhound
I never plead guilty, to court filthy
Lawyer drunk off Henny, parole with me
And still I walk cause real
Take they ass to trial then lose a quarter mil', now that's a deal
Filthy rich at his
Love hell I write, with a 7 on my
I come, street knowledge, boulevard trade school
Paid dues, cause niggaz know I honor the
Left no clues, X found, case is
While you go against the grain, with a of fo's
Take that slang to go, the rubber handle steel
dum-dums at labels, with a 50-50 deal
Explode to your guts, that part hollow
Show the world your nuts, I'm the role model
To all the that'll follow
Just remember to the 99th power
No one knows the hour, the Bow will strike
Took the sword from Hitler, that stuck in Christ
Now who's nice? . Now who's

Yo, you see the is too hot (uh-huh) when you rush my flows
I got, for twenty-five, rhymes flip like blows
you never heard this voice, it's big Cee from the state
(where you from nigga?) Where we pimp hustle hard, 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 at command, I show the world 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 sounds sick, when you deal in form
My city, the where the killers is born
Close capture, and West, now that you have to
leave a little for this Midwest rapture
And there's no endin, to the words I
I sacrifice my for this filthy rich shit (gangsta shit)

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