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 shit, yeah, aiyo, pass the cigar, Lord
Come on, man, playing, man

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

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

Gangsta ever readies, off my shirt, no batteries, nigga
Just one mean magnum
mobiles 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 knee up, G up, all the
we can pull it back, my throat my only weapon, blow the beat up

Stuff pads in the rat holes, reduce that faggot ass nigga
Who wanna like a frog to a tadpole
Gag it up, sliding the ER, batted up
A tube in your dick, you can't piss when 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
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 hold your
Nah don't hold his legs, tell bitch ass nigga to chill
Put something in his meat boiling eggs

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

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

My sherm on in the hood when I by
My eyes looking I learned how to sky dive
The world is yours, there's rules you 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 Puff in L-O-X
I one L and life is still Double X

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

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

Fiends get in my hallways, we parle
My feet been me all day
boy down for lot, like them killas in raw way
It's all and no play 'cause 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
Y'all want no part of the gun spray
I would hate to pull it in one

That's where the innocents by
We trapped inside these tenements like
Why mama tryna us this spiced ham
tryna cheat us with light grams

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