Luyện nghe bài hát Troublemakers

For Can I get a juice, Lord?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, squad niggas, boy, for
Uh, huh, for real, man, word, the door, man
Hustle shit, yeah, aiyo, pass the cigar, Lord
on, man, stop playing, man

We in the cabin backgammon, gorilla monster slammers
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 ain't the devil, ya llama, dick?
stand the other side, niggas know we rich, we color guys
Loose up your mother, true

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

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

Stuff pillow pads in the rat holes, that faggot ass nigga
Who wanna jump a frog 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 taken to
Nah, he might not live, so start debating
You in bad shape, in the neck of New
Your slithering ways, lay you a bad snake

Smash bake, eight stab holes in 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 like eggs

Got gophers that sleep in the woods, car hard
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 with your smirk on
Night, night lights, dim it down, get mirk on
I see you in hell, get your bird on
Filled with embalming fluid, get serve on

My on in the hood when I ride by
My eyes looking I learned how to sky dive
The is yours, there's rules you abide by
with 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 like Puff in L-O-X
I one L and life is still 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
you an asshole, baby, I be that

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

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

Revenge is sweeter then sorbet, you all become
Once this heaters in face, just a part of my funk swear
Y'all want no part of the gun spray
I would to pull it in one stray

That's the innocents by stand
We inside these tenements like damn
Why mama tryna feed us this ham
Connects tryna cheat us with light

Co-defendants try to lighten they sentence, 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 nothing worse than a track, you can't sellin'