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, is gangsta

Yo, I'm out all day
when you hear the sounds of the car skiddin
Then dickin, gangsta from start to the finish
Whassup - never socialable, we too disposable
If I get close to you it's to dispose of you quicker
Go 'head, try somethin - 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 every day like his
I'm just a nigga rhymin some words
in the finest of furs, cowboy minus the spurs and saddle
Prefer for battle; deserved
in highest level in status is not from herdin cattle
One strange guy, I'm like you mayn
Guns all look the to the un-trained eye
to find, tell me how a gorilla can hide
The realest breathin, ain't no nigga realer alive

2X: Royce]
Y'all in trouble (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 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 a bloodhound
Like bag mills out in Vegas on the Greyhound
I never plead guilty, come to court
Lawyer drunk off Henny, parole with me
And still I cause it's real
Take they ass to trial then they a quarter mil', now that's a deal
Filthy rich at his
Love I write, with a 7 on my chest
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 rubber steel
Spit dum-dums at labels, a 50-50 deal
Explode to your guts, part left hollow
Show the world your nuts, I'm the hoodlum role
To all the that'll follow
remember damage to the 99th power
No one the hour, that the Bow will strike
Took the sword from Hitler, that they stuck in
Now who's nice? . Now who's

Yo, you see the is too hot (uh-huh) when you rush my flows
I got, three for twenty-five, rhymes flip like
What you never heard this voice, it's big Cee the state
(where you from nigga?) Where we pimp hustle hard, it out for the weight
wide, cause me and my niggaz organize 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 filthy to the death blastin black
You niggaz talk pain, he will catch these
hours on lockdown, one out your cell
I know it sounds sick, when you in this form
My city, the home where the is born
Close capture, East and West, now that you to
leave a little room for this rapture
And no endin, to the words I spit
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 niggaz
I'm a Chi-Town
And goin down for the new millenium motherfuckers!