Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble With The Sweet Stuff

Wanna give it up, gotta it up
Can't it up

Oh, mama, oh, oh
The run out
And I'm a man
Oh, mama, ooh
You see, I, I'm a man

I was a boy when they told me
God loves ya, you're
I am, pistol in my hand
Judge and jury, one the

I got, trouble with the stuff, oh yeah
I got, with the sweet stuff, oh yeah
And I'm ever gonna shake it, shake it
Trouble the sweet stuff
Trouble the sweet stuff

Ooh, bang bang, they shot me
me robbin' the bank again
Say I'm crazy, I'm a man
Not

Daddy's in the junk shop babe
Tryin' to some stuff
I said I can't it

I got, with the sweet stuff, oh yeah
I got, with the sweet stuff, oh yeah
And I'm never ever gonna it, shake it

wanna give it up
Don't give it up, yeah
it, gotta give it up
Don't wanna it up
wanna give it up

Trouble with the sweet stuff, oh
Mommy's in the
Pushed her oh so
Baby cryin'
Cradles cold, long

And me mama,
Yes, the situation breaks down
You've got trouble,

Bang bang, me down
me robbin' the bank again
I ain't crazy, baby, oh
I'm a man

Daddy's in the junk alley babe
Tryin' to some stuff and me
Never gonna it, baby, yeah

Trouble with the sweet stuff, oh
I got trouble the sweet stuff, oh yeah
Trouble the sweet stuff, baby
And I'm never, never, never, never,
Gonna it

I want trouble the sweet stuff, yeah
me, baby
Can't give it up, on and shake it

Daddy's in the junk alley babe
Tryin' to smoke that stuff, oh
Yeah, gonna it
Can't give it up, can't it up

Do you pain
The same way I feel pain,
Breathe the air
I give it up, wanna give it up
Can't give it up, give it up

it up
it up
it up
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