Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble - Polar Bear

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

Yo, I'm out all day
From when you the sounds of the car skiddin
Then dickin, gangsta from start to the finish
Whassup - socialable, nigga we too disposable
If I get close to you probably to dispose of you quicker
Go 'head, try somethin - live or die by numbers
I'd rather live paralyzed to die runnin, you feel it
Stay out his path, he's and mad
Pull a K out and blast, and treat every day his last
I'm just a nigga rhymin some words
Dabble in the of furs, cowboy minus the spurs and saddle
Prefer for battle; deserved
in highest level in cowboy status is not from herdin
One strange guy, I'm nuttin like you
Guns all the same to the un-trained eye
to find, tell me how a gorilla can hide
The realest breathin, ain't no nigga realer alive

[Chorus 2X:
Y'all in trouble (in trouble)
Y'all in trouble (in trouble).
niggaz in trouble (in trouble)
Y'all niggaz in trouble, you want this

Tie]
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 in ebonics
Killer cracker, respect me for my
Sniff 'em out like a
Like they bag mills out in Vegas on the
I never plead guilty, come to filthy
Lawyer drunk off Henny, parole violators me
And still I cause it's real
Take they ass to trial then they lose a quarter mil', now a deal
Filthy rich at his
hell I write, with a 7 on my chest
I come, real street knowledge, boulevard trade
Paid dues, cause know I honor the rules
Left no clues, X found, is closed
While you go against the grain, with a of fo's
Take slang to go, with the rubber handle steel
Spit at labels, with a 50-50 deal
Explode to your guts, 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, that the Bow will
Took the sword from Hitler, that stuck in Christ
Now nice? . Now who's nice?

Yo, you see the press is too hot (uh-huh) when you my flows
I got, for twenty-five, rhymes flip like blows
What you never heard this voice, big Cee from the state
(where you from nigga?) Where we pimp hard, bang it out for the weight
Eyes wide, cause me and my organize crime
You get it in the streets, or runnin from the jail lines
My game's at command, I the world my status
It's filthy to the blastin black automatics
You niggaz talk pain, he will catch shells
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
capture, East and West, now that you have to
leave a room for this Midwest rapture
And no endin, to the words I spit
I sacrifice my soul for this filthy rich (gangsta shit)

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