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,
Come on, man, playing, man

We in the cabin playing backgammon, monster slammers
Brothers higher us, try us you die, son
medicine, blow veterans
Run in Adidas store, six more valors, feather skin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 this block ain't nothing like Broadway

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

That's where the innocents by
We trapped inside these tenements damn
Why mama tryna feed us this ham
Connects tryna cheat us with grams

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