Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble - Polar Bear

Da 5'9"]
Uhh,
Royce 5-9, my 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 start dickin, from start to the finish
Whassup - never socialable, nigga we too
If I get close to you it's 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
a K out and blast, and treat every day like his last
I'm just a street rhymin some words
Dabble in the finest of furs, cowboy the spurs and saddle
Prefer for battle; most
in highest in cowboy status is not from herdin 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 nigga breathin, ain't no nigga realer alive

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

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

Yo, you see the press is too hot (uh-huh) you rush my flows
I got, three for twenty-five, flip like blows
What you 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 organize 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 to the death blastin black automatics
You niggaz talk pain, he will catch shells
Twenty-three hours on lockdown, one out your
I it sounds sick, when you deal in this form
My city, the home where the is born
Close capture, 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 it's trouble, y'knamsayin?
I got my niggaz
I got my New York
I'm a nigga
And goin down for the new millenium motherfuckers!