Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble

[Unknown
Cities, streets, that's I learned
Play fire, you'll get burned
the heat was on, I turned
Turned to trouble...

Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, C three,
New Orleans baby, a street called
And everybody's ill, yeah,
People steal cars, we steal
We eat dogs, but we still people
And even ya lost, trouble still see you
And if ya dead broke, we are still equal
One time for the lil
Eat ya meal, let ya meal eat you
(I run trouble... trouble)
runner we crazy with dis one
I run... with...

Wayne]
And the other day, my nigga Chris killed his self
I to God, that I never feel the way he felt
Where do we go there's no help?
He Heaven, so he went left
Ya'll know ain't right
Plus, he was high as a plane that same
Shit, I probably on that same flight
Shit, I probably had same fight
I just swingin
rounds comin, bells ringin
(I run trouble... trouble)
to the game, when I was just a child
Mama love a drug dealer, straight her job
And took his life, and along with him, I
And she died, we
Then came my daughter, to my bed
me daddy, don't cry, I'm alive
I look her in the eyes, and see me no sins
But is how the note ends

[Lil
Ya know, let's it back
I call it
(I run trouble... trouble)
Ya know,
Yeah,

Wayne]
The tool, it poke out the
The coke smell just like a of coffee beans
Ya nah mean? and everything what it seem
Ya nah mean? and don't play that game, without team
for my bread, kill for my G's, kill for my cream
I will have red beam on hot beam
Now I sirens, wait I think I see one behind me
I trippin baby, money got me
Unh
(I run trouble... trouble)
And fuck the police, the feds, too
I ain't in that jump suit
A one, I'm on my one, two
Check me out, I around and check you
Respect due, pay yours
Mines the seat, by my feet, where's yours nigga?
Too much liquor, huh?
Too much pressure, too much
Too much money, never heard before

And we the snitches at the door
Cut that off the rat, he won't rat no more
(I run trouble... trouble)
Shit, that's right, get fuck with my G's
Keep shootin, 'til I my sleeves
please, these boys is G's
Represent New Orleans, like a Florida
Shit, what you about it, we more than thieves
We steal the rich, so the poor can eat
Yeah, niggas act up, my act accordingly
Hey soldier, war with me
on it