Luyện nghe bài hát Trigger Finger

I lookin' back, nigga.
I'm a douchebag to pussy ass niggas.
Hammer in my but I nail yo bitch.
like fingers, I'm bout to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' 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.
ain't shit but bitches and money.
I that weed, like I studied.
Bury me in fire and me phoenix.
Highway to Heaven, I'm the scenic.
You tied to the of my train of thoughts.
And controlling my thoughts is like sharks.
And these hoes wanna kick it 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.
turn to God, 'fore I turn to Godzilla.
How the fuck you gon' talk shit to
Muthafucka it's on, I'm rubbing 'em wrong.
Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone.
I'll have a broke 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
Empty stomach, full
I'm gon' get it. get it
Empty stomach, clip
I'm gon' get it. get it
My trigger itchin'
My trigger finger
My trigger itchin'
My trigger itchin'
My finger itchin'

I don't like to about gettin' paid.
You ain't gon' nobody like Kid 'n Play.
Ain't nun sweet but the nigga.
Eyes red like chlorine in 'em.
I was gettin' pussy, I was gettin' that money.
hair, don't care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan.
Too high to take a breath, too to take a step.
Two rights make a wrong, three rights, make a left.
The cops on my dick, the on my nerves.
I walk it I talk it, got legs on my words.
If she suck dick, I don't give her that 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 don't fuck these niggas, too old for new friends.
But too rich for new money.
These buying hatorade by the twelve pack.
two stomachs.
I'm laced up two shoes, miss goody.
Keep ratchet nigga.
Trigger itchin', I'll scratch 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, full
I'm gon' get it. get it
stomach, full clip
I'm gon' get it. get it
My trigger finger
My trigger itchin'
My finger itchin'
My trigger itchin'
My trigger finger

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

I can't see myself,
in a house of mirrors.
I me a double R,
'Cause I went from to riches.
And these niggas nag bitches.
like little fags like Richard.
And all of my bitches be bad as
You problem I can fix it like a mathematician.
I ammunition, call me 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