Luyện nghe bài hát Troublemakers

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

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

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

ever readies, take off my shirt, no batteries, nigga
Just one mean magnum
Snow mobiles jetting out the Timber, feel altitude
Yo, I can't breathe, check the

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

Stuff pillow pads in the rat holes, that faggot ass nigga
Who wanna jump like a to a tadpole
Gag it up, sliding through the ER, up
A tube in your dick, you can't piss when up

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

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

Got gophers that sleep in the woods, car down
Padlock your bow-legged spot, where your now?
You ain't moving no crack, a moving ass rat
After you lay up in that morgue, I'mma fuck back

Yeah, nigga, die slow with your 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 hood when I by
My eyes looking I learned how to sky dive
The world is yours, there's you abide by
Ride the fly guy on I-95

They said a nigga return but I left
I told Big L me, he could resurrect
I'm that nigga like Puff in
I took one L and is still Double X

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

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

Fiends get in my hallways, we parle
My feet been me all day
Your boy down for lot, like killas in raw way
It's all work and no play 'cause this block ain't nothing Broadway

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

That's where the innocents by
We trapped inside these tenements damn
Why tryna feed us this spiced ham
Connects tryna us with light grams

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