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 hear the 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 of you quicker
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 every day like his
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 level in cowboy is not from herdin cattle
One strange guy, I'm nuttin you mayn
Guns all the same to the un-trained eye
Easy to find, tell me how a gorilla can
The realest nigga breathin, ain't no nigga realer

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

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

Yo, you see the press is too hot (uh-huh) when you my flows
I got, three for twenty-five, flip like blows
What you never heard this voice, 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 crime
You either get it in the streets, or runnin from the lines
My game's at command, I show the my status
It's filthy to the blastin black automatics
You niggaz talk pain, he catch these shells
Twenty-three on lockdown, one out your cell
I it sounds sick, when you deal in this form
My city, the home where the killers is
Close capture, and West, now that you have to
leave a room for this Midwest rapture
And no endin, to the words I spit
I my soul for this filthy rich shit (gangsta shit)

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