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, the cigar, Lord
on, man, stop playing, man

We in the cabin backgammon, gorilla 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,
Can't stand the other side, know we rich, we color guys
Loose up your mother, lullabies

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

honey dip, I'm on my rifle day, nigga
Times is roughing, Timberland
One up, G up, all the re-up
Hope we can 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 can't piss standing up

Hands is shaking, doctors is to operating
Nah, he might not live, so they start
You in bad shape, in the neck of New
Your slithering ways, lay 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, that 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 rocks
You moving no crack, yous a moving ass rat
you lay up in that morgue, I'mma fuck your back

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

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

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

City where I bleed on the streets at
The E's in M&M's, I a relapse
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 when tire lip running
I a freak and I call chicken McNugget
this super bad nigga, she McLovin'

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

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

where the innocents by stand
We trapped inside these tenements damn
Why mama feed 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 ain't no more, they straight tellin'
Ain't nothing worse than a rat, you can't
And ain't nothing worse a track, you can't sellin'