Luyện nghe bài hát Trigger Finger

I ain't back, nigga.
I'm a douchebag to pussy ass niggas.
Hammer in my drawers but I yo bitch.
Blunts like fingers, I'm to make a fist.
die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip full the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas station fuel to the fire.
Life ain't but bitches and money.
I pass weed, like I studied.
Bury me in fire and me phoenix.
Highway to Heaven, I'm the scenic.
You to the track of my train of thoughts.
And controlling my thoughts is like sharks.
And these hoes kick it with me, I'm a sensei.
And I got fat pockets, you in shape.
on deck, tattoos on necks.
Life is a bitch, make her yo ex.
Better to God, 'fore I turn to Godzilla.
How the you gon' talk shit to diarrhea
Muthafucka on, I'm just rubbing 'em wrong.
Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone.
I'll have a muthafucka run in ya home.
For a crumb and a and put one in ya dome.

One in ya dome. One in ya
One in ya dome. One in ya
One in ya dome. One in ya
One in ya dome. One in ya
stomach, full clip
I'm gon' get it. get it
Empty stomach, clip
I'm gon' get it. get it
My trigger finger
My trigger finger
My trigger itchin'
My trigger finger
My trigger finger

I don't to dream about gettin' paid.
You gon' hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play.
Ain't nun but the codeine nigga.
Eyes hella red like in 'em.
I was that pussy, I was gettin' that money.
Long hair, care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan.
Too high to a breath, too high to take a step.
Two rights make a wrong, three rights, make a left.
The on my dick, the feds on my nerves.
I it like I talk it, got legs on my words.
If she don't suck dick, I don't give her dick.
Got the world in my hands, I'mma that bitch.
Money is the issue, court pressure.
I my blunt, Nutty Professor.
I'mma straight rider a getaway driver.
Hit you dead on the money now you on arrival
I fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends.
But too rich for new money.
These buying hatorade by the twelve pack.
two stomachs.
I'm up like two shoes, miss goody.
Keep ratchet nigga.
Trigger finger itchin', I'll you nigga.
Blow yo fuckin' out in traffic nigga.
Got green, New Orleans, St. nigga.
One in the whip, one on the phone.
The one on the phone, is in of ya home.
She to run in ya home, and put one in ya dome.

One in ya dome. One in ya
One in ya dome. One in ya
One in ya dome. One in ya
One in ya dome. One in ya
Empty stomach, clip
I'm get it. Gon' get it
Empty stomach, clip
I'm get it. Gon' get it
My finger itchin'
My trigger finger
My trigger itchin'
My trigger itchin'
My trigger itchin'

Rest in peace to the 'cause I'm fresh to death.
Rest in peace to the game, them kill they self.
Make yo wish, 'cause I'm too fresh.
'Cause I'm fresh to death, 'cause I'm fresh to
You go broke tryna get fresh this.
Rest in peace to the 'cause I killed it.
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to
What you I came out a coffin.

I just see myself,
Living in a of mirrors.
I bought me a R,
'Cause I went from to riches.
And niggas nag like bitches.
Actin' like little like Richard.
And all of my bitches be bad as
You problem I can fix it like a mathematician.
I ammunition, me ammo for short.
Trukfit shirt, the shorts.
Ya is a freak, ya man is a narc.
Put ya son in ya arm, or put one in ya

One in ya dome. One in ya