Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble With The Sweet Stuff

Wanna it up, gotta give it up
give 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 never ever gonna it, shake it
Trouble with the sweet
Trouble with the stuff

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

in the junk shop alley babe
Tryin' to that stuff
I I can't believe it

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

Don't give it up
Don't wanna 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
her oh so long
Baby cryin'
cold, long gone

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

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

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

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

I trouble with the sweet stuff, yeah
Believe me,
Can't it up, come on and shake it

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

Do you pain
The way I feel pain, babe
Breathe the air
I gotta it up, wanna give it up
give it up, gotta give it up

it up
it up
it up
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