Текст (слова) песни: Brotha Lynch Hung - Trouble

[Verse 1]
I`m hot enough to make your skin bubble
Packin a Smith & Wesson
Uh oh, trouble, don`t say nothin
You can tell that I`m evil
By the arch in my eye bra
But I aint got no pitchfork
I stick niggaz with this sawed-off
Clear your porch
Hit the floor, duck behind your couch
If I don`t hear enough screamin
I`m burning down your house
Apocolypse the barbarian
I kill humanitarians
Pillage your village
Slaughter your children
And rape your women

[Verse 2]
Bustin through that door like dun da dun da
Bitches hit the floor on the double
Bust off a couple
Rounds and let it bubble
In your belly
Bullets dipped in formaldehyde
So when they hit you
You embalmed and ready
To get carried
Buried up in your grave
Trust me, I`m that deadly
Just test me if you brave
Eklypse I stay sick
Eith Pit, Playboy, and Lynch
Kill a bitch nigga quick
And run a train on his bitch nigga

[Verse 3]
I wish these niggaz would try to rough me for the chips
I got metal muscle with silent tips
And pistol grips give violent trips
First I`m cool with you
Then I`m not
When you run up on me I pop pistols
Gun up on me it`s all official
I`m chewin bone grissels
Your family gonna miss you
Do away done with you
You should of had a gun with you
I got pistols
You know cookin utensils
That shit that`ll make your skin bubble
Fuckin with these plague niggaz
You gotsta know you in trouble

[Chorus]
Trouble (repeat 8 times)

[Verse 4]
I keeps it real thats the deal
Headbuttin motherfuckers like Evander Holyfield
I makes a full course dinner
Out of roadkill
Pops some pills
Smoke some sherms
Drunk as fuck
Rollin up a blunt
When I get through smokin it
I`m comin to your house nigga
What`s for breakfast
Kickin in your door
At 3:47 in the morning
I got my ?? yawnin
Time to wake up, so I can do your bitch ass wrong
Hear comes trouble
Hell`s angel, some niggaz call me spawn

[Verse 5]
Shit I`m off that ??? again
Ready to load the pump again
Soon as I put somethin in
See i`ma aim it at your chin
Blame it on your friend
Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man
I can make niggaz follow me like the pod piper can
Arachnaphobia, I`m the sniper man
Doom to put `em in the pan
Heat `em and eat `em as fast as I can
Stretch your neck like elastic like plastic
Man I`m first, you last to land
Tephlon bullets they crash and land
Nigga I`m double time
You in trouble time
I`m a bubble mine

[Verse 6]
I`m titani and scandalous
I do random hits
Load up all my extra clips
And lets go handle this shit
Trouble is what we lookin fo
Kick in that fuckin door
Put a gag up on that hoe
Slit that niggaz throat
Light up the door
Smoke until we choke
I wish you motherfuckers would try to locc
And get his neck broke
Kick in the door
Shotgun up the asshole
Brains blown
Eyes closed
Nothin but trouble

[Chorus] - repeat to end

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Brotha Lynch Hung - Trouble [Verse 1] I`m hot enough to make your skin bubble Packin a Smith & Wesson Uh oh, trouble, don`t say nothin You can tell that I`m evil By the arch in my eye bra But I aint got no pitchfork I stick niggaz with this sawed-off Clear your porch Hit the floor, duck behind your couch If I don`t hear enough screamin I`m burning down your house Apocolypse the barbarian I kill humanitarians Pillage your village Slaughter your children And rape your women [Verse 2] Bustin through that door like dun da dun da Bitches hit the floor on the double Bust off a couple Rounds and let it bubble In your belly Bullets dipped in formaldehyde So when they hit you You embalmed and ready To get carried Buried up in your grave Trust me, I`m that deadly Just test me if you brave Eklypse I stay sick Eith Pit, Playboy, and Lynch Kill a bitch nigga quick And run a train on his bitch nigga [Verse 3] I wish these niggaz would try to rough me for the chips I got metal muscle with silent tips And pistol grips give violent trips First I`m cool with you Then I`m not When you run up on me I pop pistols Gun up on me it`s all official I`m chewin bone grissels Your family gonna miss you Do away done with you You should of had a gun with you I got pistols You know cookin utensils That shit that`ll make your skin bubble Fuckin with these plague niggaz You gotsta know you in trouble [Chorus] Trouble (repeat 8 times) [Verse 4] I keeps it real thats the deal Headbuttin motherfuckers like Evander Holyfield I makes a full course dinner Out of roadkill Pops some pills Smoke some sherms Drunk as fuck Rollin up a blunt When I get through smokin it I`m comin to your house nigga What`s for breakfast Kickin in your door At 3:47 in the morning I got my ?? yawnin Time to wake up, so I can do your bitch ass wrong Hear comes trouble Hell`s angel, some niggaz call me spawn [Verse 5] Shit I`m off that ??? again Ready to load the pump again Soon as I put somethin in See i`ma aim it at your chin Blame it on your friend Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man I can make niggaz follow me like the pod piper can Arachnaphobia, I`m the sniper man Doom to put `em in the pan Heat `em and eat `em as fast as I can Stretch your neck like elastic like plastic Man I`m first, you last to land Tephlon bullets they crash and land Nigga I`m double time You in trouble time I`m a bubble mine [Verse 6] I`m titani and scandalous I do random hits Load up all my extra clips And lets go handle this shit Trouble is what we lookin fo Kick in that fuckin door Put a gag up on that hoe Slit that niggaz throat Light up the door Smoke until we choke I wish you motherfuckers would try to locc And get his neck broke Kick in the door Shotgun up the asshole Brains blown Eyes closed Nothin but trouble [Chorus] - repeat to end Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Trouble: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/19568.html Все тексты песен: Brotha Lynch Hung » Brotha Lynch Hung - One of the Last » Brotha Lynch Hung - Devils and Gunsmoke » Brotha Lynch Hung - X-Caliba » Brotha Lynch Hung - Hunta Killa » Brotha Lynch Hung - In The Beginning » Brotha Lynch Hung - Brotha Lynch Hung and Siccmade Muzicc Pr » Brotha Lynch Hung - Heatas » Brotha Lynch Hung - Return Of The Baby Killer » Brotha Lynch Hung - My Mind Ain`t Right » Brotha Lynch Hung - Walkin` 2 My Funeral » Brotha Lynch Hung - Jackin` 4 Joints » Brotha Lynch Hung - Thats What I Said » Brotha Lynch Hung - Liquor Sicc » Brotha Lynch Hung - Refuce 2 Looze » Brotha Lynch Hung - Rest In Piss » Brotha Lynch Hung - One Of The Last » Brotha Lynch Hung - Deep Down (featuring Mr. Doctor) » Brotha Lynch Hung - Suicide Note » Brotha Lynch Hung - G-Status » Brotha Lynch Hung - Siccmade Рекомендуем скачать: » Ирина Аллегрова - Скрипач » Иван Кучин - Бандитский нож » Игорь Бяльский - До края дошли, до предела... » Ирина Орищенко - Я » Илья Зускович - Квадрат квадратов » И.Богушевская - Ангел моей печали » Иван-Кайф - Главное » Игорь Андриенко - Откуда взялась эта Копоть? » Игорь Бяльский - Цветы в городе » Ираклий Пирцхалава - Закрой глаза рукой » Ирина Полякова - Фиеста » Игорь Белый - Сага о храбром ирландце О`Карпове » Игорь Белый - Дурак » Игорь Мельто - С песней по жизни » Игорь Андриенко - Бардсплав (+ Бляврек 2) » Игорь Шкрабатовский - Посвящение друзьям » Ирина Аллегрова - Ой, не надо » Ирина Анциферова - Я женщина, забытая давно » Игорь Андриенко - Песня про Старого Орла » Ирина Аллегрова - Обалденные глаза
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