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

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 color
up your mother, true lullabies

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

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

Stuff pillow in the rat holes, reduce that faggot ass nigga
Who wanna jump like a to a tadpole
Gag it up, sliding the ER, batted up
A tube in your dick, you piss when standing up

Hands is shaking, doctors is to operating
Nah, he might not live, so start 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 shoulder
You on the stretcher and shit, bitch tryna hold your legs
Nah don't his legs, tell that bitch ass nigga to chill
Put something in his meat like eggs

Got gophers that in the woods, car hard down
Padlock bow-legged spot, where your rocks now?
You moving no crack, yous a moving ass rat
After you lay up in morgue, I'mma fuck your back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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