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 when you the sounds of the car skiddin
Then dickin, gangsta from start to the finish
- never socialable, nigga we too disposable
If I get close to you probably to dispose of you quicker
Go 'head, try somethin - or die by these numbers
I'd rather live than to die runnin, you feel it
Stay out his path, he's and mad
Pull a K out and blast, and treat day like his last
I'm a street nigga rhymin some words
Dabble in the finest of furs, cowboy minus the and saddle
for battle; most deserved
in highest level in status is not from herdin cattle
One strange guy, I'm nuttin 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

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 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
Killer cracker, me for my talent
Sniff 'em out a bloodhound
Like bag mills out in Vegas on the Greyhound
I never plead guilty, to court filthy
Lawyer drunk off Henny, violators with me
And still I walk it's real
Take they ass to trial they lose a quarter mil', now that's a deal
Filthy rich at his
Love I write, with a 7 on my chest
I come, street knowledge, boulevard trade school
Paid dues, cause niggaz know I the rules
no clues, X found, case is closed
While you go against the grain, with a of fo's
Take that slang to go, the rubber handle steel
Spit dum-dums at labels, a 50-50 deal
Explode to your guts, that part left
the world your nuts, I'm the hoodlum role model
To all the competition follow
Just remember damage to the power
No one knows the hour, that the Bow strike
Took the sword from Hitler, they 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, three for twenty-five, rhymes flip blows
What you never heard this voice, it's big Cee the state
(where you from nigga?) Where we hustle hard, bang it out for the weight
Eyes wide, me and my niggaz organize crime
You either get it in the streets, or runnin the jail lines
My game's at command, I 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, you deal in this form
My city, the home where the is born
capture, East and West, now that you have to
leave a little room for this Midwest
And no endin, to the words I spit
I sacrifice my soul for this rich shit (gangsta shit)

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