Luyện nghe bài hát Troublemakers

For real? Can I get a juice,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, squad niggas, boy, for
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 backgammon, gorilla monster slammers
higher us, try us you gon' die, son
Green medicine, blow
Run in Adidas store, six more valors, drawers feather

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, nigga, die with your smirk on
Night, lights, dim it down, get your mirk on
Later I see you in hell, get your on
Filled with fluid, get your serve on

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's the innocents by stand
We trapped these tenements like damn
Why mama tryna us this spiced ham
Connects tryna us with light grams

try to lighten they sentence, snitching to white man
Turned state evidence, fam, we ain't
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 sellin'