Luyện nghe bài hát Trash

(*gun shots*)

(*talking*)
Fuck Northstar, you old bitch ass, ass nigga
Get off my dick, fuck Big Ballin
You old bootlegging, old ass, trash ass, hoe ass niggas

(y'all) you niggas off (niggas)
My niggas run the (are)
You can't fuck with the
(trash) here come another

Thug]
Brace yourself, for the main event from the
Every hater that cross the Boss, gon get out
Another on they record, them broke niggas insane
Y'all need to get together, and be the We Slim Thug gang
Talking on my name, so I'm punishing fools
I why y'all hating, y'all got nothing to lose
I got a lot to lose but fuck it, I won't my respect
The more I start getting checks, the more they start having
They do this shit to records, everybody telling me
might get a lil money, but not more than me
Like Roy Jones and Hopkins, ain't no deal
I'm 90 they get 10, and gotta split it still
That mean these niggas still broke, Street Fame still get sold
They the of weak, not the definition of thoed
And to that other big bitch, by the of Big Pic
He certified garbage, you can't fuck me trick
(ready, aim, fire), I'm bout make these retire
Get a job at Mcdonalds, dick suckers for
Hogg and PIE, we running these streets
Got beef, my have you run in the streets
Calling police saying laws, come get them
They left me in the desert, in but my draws
we raw, whether you believe it or not
Come in my with that plex, and you won't leave back out

(*talking*)
Old bitch ass nigga, you gon have to
A couple of mo' to fuck with me, ha

[Slim
me if I'm wrong, anywhere in this song
The same who stole your cash, is who's c.d. you on
What happened to I them niggas, and they stole from me
You never was acting, nigga you is
I your gay ways, way back in the days
Hiding in Austin you cried, and wouldn't rap on
All your fans was like man, this lil nigga a
When he can't get his way, he quick to a fit
I'ma do this I'ma do that, well what's you Yo
I saw you and Cappo, at the corner sto'
On you niggas corner, I was talking to 50/50
If you me so bad, why the fuck you ain't get me
Y'all look dead in my face, saw me in day
When I got behind you niggas car, you went the way
Talking bout you gon hurt me, what your broke
time I saw Big Pic, that bitch spoke
And North lying, to blame everything on chop
Bitch I know you bootlegging, let the lies
You don't sell c.d.'s, to buy you a car
Help Yo bootleg, so he can get a Northstar
You bring it to the ring, like you can knock me out
While you standing straight up, I'll stick my dick in mouth
Midget ass nigga, comb nappy ass hair
You in the boys section, wear cartoon underwear
Don't make me tie dirty ass up, and give you a bath
You like a lil dope fiend, out on the Ave
Talking bout I'm trying to plea barging, with O.G
bitch, your O.G. is me
Call me O.G. Slim Thug, ass nigga
I be young, but bitch I'm a rich ass nigga
And keep dogging your hoe ass, till you apologize
And all this shit, like the rest of you guys, hoe