Luyện nghe bài hát Troublemakers

For real? Can I get a juice,
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 monster
Brothers higher us, try us you die, son
Green medicine, 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 know we rich, we guys
Loose up your mother, lullabies

ever readies, take off my shirt, no batteries, nigga
Just one magnum killer
Snow mobiles jetting out the Timber, Chef altitude
Yo, I breathe, check the splendor

Brazilian dip, I'm on my rifle day, nigga
Times is roughing, Timberland
One up, G up, all the re-up
Hope we can pull it back, my throat my 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, through the ER, batted up
A tube in your dick, you can't when standing up

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

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

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

Yeah, nigga, die with your smirk on
Night, night lights, dim it down, get mirk on
Later I see you in hell, get bird on
Filled embalming fluid, get your 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 you abide by
Ride the fly guy on I-95

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

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

get killed in my hallways, we parle
My feet killing 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 in your face, just a part of my funk swear
Y'all want no part of the gun spray
I hate to pull it in one stray

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

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