Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble On My Mind

It's the blackout, 'rari got the out
Showing my black ass, engine in the house
Started in the crack house, Obama went the route
Kill bin Laden, throw up in the black house
Still got the Macs out, the mask down like a mascot
Still trick with bitches out with money or with ass
G.O.O.D had room for one more, I took the last
gang paid a nigga, 'Ye done hit the jackpot
Whole 'nother level, you add fame
That's a whole 'nother devil, legit drug
That's a whole 'nother bezel, the Audemar
That's a 'nother metal, but still keep it ghetto
Behind the scenes, pull like Gepetto
The gun blow steam, whistle a tea kettle
Runnin' like the
You and LV shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle

Trouble on my
I got trouble on my
Trouble on my
So trouble on my mind

Trouble on my
I got trouble on my
on my mind
So much trouble on my

Pharrell "get 'em", so I got 'em
Tripped on Palin then I accidentally shot 'em
it ricocheted and killed the game
I'm a problem cause I wanna fuck the but not a fan of using condoms
Pardon my French, I'm going as my dick
When I envision my tip on the of bitch's lips
Mr.Lipschitz has been trippin' I mentioned Reptar's
Triceratops dick
I it in my gut to kill these mutharfucks
As a musk like the arm of my
You niggas coming shorter than a Bush Billy costume
On during Christmas in Philly
Uhm, well, not really, gettin' kinda chilly
Let's hit a couple bars and give some wet willies
Soaked, getting' with it and Bel-Air's riches
With a bag of pills, couple and a biscuit

on my mind
I got trouble on my
on my mind
So much trouble on my

on my mind
I got on my mind
Trouble on my
So much on my mind

I'm a fucking walking
And a really shitty rapper in my favorite of socks ironed pair of dockers
Two Glocks cocked screamin' side!
the speakers blastin' a pair of pots
Yonkers ten milli, you're
Thinkin' that this wasn't free willy
The feeling is neutral, the is youthful
And fuckin' tighter Chad Hugo's pupils
Wolf Gang and the

With the re-up's a of a buzz
Rick James said cocaine's a hell of a
Who could put the hipsters with felons and thugs
And paint a perfect of what sellin' it does?
This is for the critics, who the chemistry
Two worlds, same symmetry
And this black art, see the
you at the top of your game, you make enemies
You'll never me

Trouble on my
I got on my mind
Trouble on my
So much on my mind

Trouble on my
I got on my mind
Trouble on my
So much trouble on my