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

We in the playing backgammon, gorilla monster slammers
Brothers us, try us you gon' die, son
Green medicine, blow
Run in Adidas store, six more valors, feather skin

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

Gangsta ever readies, off my shirt, no batteries, nigga
Just one mean killer
Snow mobiles out the Timber, feel Chef altitude
Yo, I can't breathe, the splendor

Brazilian 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 weapon, blow 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, sliding through the ER, up
A tube in your dick, you can't piss when up

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

Smash bake, eight stab in your shoulder blades
You wilding on the stretcher and shit, tryna hold your legs
Nah hold his legs, tell that bitch ass nigga to chill
Put something in his like boiling eggs

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

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

My on in the hood when I ride by
My looking like I learned how to sky dive
The world is yours, there's you abide by
with the fly guy on I-95

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

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

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

Fiends get killed in my hallways, we
My feet been me all day
Your boy down for lot, like them 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 heaters in face, just a part of my funk swear
Y'all don't want no part of the gun
I would to pull it in one stray

That's where the by stand
We trapped inside these like damn
Why tryna feed us this spiced ham
Connects tryna cheat us with grams

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