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

Gangsta ever readies, off my shirt, no batteries, nigga
Just one mean magnum
mobiles jetting out the Timber, feel Chef altitude
Yo, I breathe, check 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 throat my only weapon, blow the up

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

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

Smash bake, eight stab holes in your 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 something in his meat like eggs

Got gophers that in the woods, car hard down
Padlock your 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 back

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

My sherm on in the when I ride by
My eyes like I learned how to sky dive
The world is yours, rules 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 Puff in L-O-X
I took one L and life is Double X

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

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

Fiends get 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 this block ain't nothing like Broadway

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

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

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