Luyện nghe bài hát Troublemakers

For real? Can I get a juice,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas, boy, for real
Uh, huh, for real, man, word, the door, man
Hustle flow shit, yeah, aiyo, the cigar, Lord
Come on, man, playing, man

We in the cabin playing backgammon, monster slammers
Brothers us, try us you gon' die, son
Green medicine, veterans
Run in Adidas store, six more valors, drawers skin

Hair up, hollering, seven through three sixes
No, we ain't the devil, where ya llama,
stand the other side, niggas know we rich, we color guys
Loose up your mother, true

Gangsta ever readies, off my shirt, no batteries, nigga
Just one mean killer
Snow mobiles jetting out the Timber, feel Chef
Yo, I breathe, check the splendor

Brazilian dip, I'm on my rifle day, nigga
Times is roughing, Timberland
One up, G up, all the re-up
we can pull it back, my throat my only weapon, blow the beat up

Stuff pillow pads in the rat holes, reduce that faggot ass
Who wanna jump like a frog to a
Gag it up, sliding the ER, batted up
A tube in your dick, you piss when standing up

is shaking, doctors is taken to operating
Nah, he might not live, so they start
You in bad shape, in the neck of New
slithering ways, lay with you a bad snake

Smash bake, eight stab holes in shoulder blades
You wilding on the stretcher and shit, bitch tryna hold your
Nah don't hold his legs, tell that ass nigga to chill
Put in his meat like boiling eggs

Got gophers sleep in the woods, car hard down
Padlock your bow-legged spot, where your rocks
You moving no crack, yous a moving ass rat
After you lay up in that morgue, I'mma fuck your

Yeah, nigga, die slow with smirk on
Night, night lights, dim it down, get your on
I see you in hell, get your bird on
Filled embalming fluid, get your serve on

My sherm on in the when I ride by
My eyes looking like I how to sky dive
The is yours, there's rules you abide by
with the fly guy on I-95

They said a return but I never left
I told Big L through me, he resurrect
I'm that like Puff in L-O-X
I one L and life is still Double X

Brick City where I on the streets at
The E's in M&M's, I a relapse
And bitches, grab my mic, me feedback
Reggie you an asshole, baby, I be

Yeah, I get when the beat pumping
You know you it when your tire lip running
I keep a freak and I call McNugget
'Cause super bad nigga, she McLovin'

get killed in my hallways, we parle
My been killing me all day
Your boy down for lot, them killas in raw way
It's all work and no play 'cause this block ain't like Broadway

Revenge is then sorbet, you all become believers
Once this heaters in face, just a part of my funk swear
Y'all don't want no of the gun spray
I would hate to it in one stray

That's where the innocents by
We trapped these tenements like damn
Why mama tryna feed us this ham
Connects tryna cheat us with light

Co-defendants try to lighten they sentence, snitching to man
state evidence, fam, we ain't jellin'
Felons felons no more, they straight tellin'
Ain't nothing worse than a rat, you smellin'
And ain't nothing than a track, you can't sellin'