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
Hustle flow shit, yeah, aiyo, pass the cigar,
on, man, stop playing, man

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

cutted up, hollering, seven through three sixes
No, we the devil, where ya llama, dick?
Can't stand the other side, niggas we rich, we color guys
Loose up mother, true lullabies

ever readies, take off my shirt, no batteries, nigga
Just one mean killer
Snow mobiles out the Timber, feel Chef 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

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

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

Smash bake, eight stab in your shoulder blades
You wilding on the stretcher and shit, bitch hold your legs
Nah hold his legs, tell that bitch ass nigga to chill
Put something in his meat boiling eggs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

where the innocents by stand
We trapped inside tenements like damn
Why mama feed us this spiced ham
Connects tryna cheat us with grams

Co-defendants try to lighten they sentence, to white man
state evidence, fam, we ain't jellin'
Felons felons no more, they straight tellin'
Ain't worse than a rat, you can't smellin'
And ain't worse than a track, you can't sellin'