Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

[Verse 1:
I qotta fully automatic, two-bananas dats a
You already kno the story, some lil owe me money
I came out here got on, I'm on homies funny
I them niggas alone cause I felt the jack was coming
I shoot up to Atlanta, I be rollin the strip
They be on e like I'm tip, I'll then I'll dip
Up to the club, to Manhattan see what's crackin
Girl will lick e I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be laughing
Me and boo from baton rouge, get that big we be stackin
We be packing them big rougers put you on a platter
Make moves up to St. Louis, then get Nelly on the telley
Watching belly dice and betin thousand on the seven
Kelly in Chicago fuck it yo showed me the club
We in and popped some bottles, everybody showed me love
Ain't no telling we goin and it don't matter where we was
Mane I can go where ever the I want simply because

How many records you sold, I won't with you you drove
So I kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to folks
Y'all be in that road, I'm a get you outta here
Fuck how many records you sold, I won't you when you drove
So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't trill
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to folks
be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here

[Verse 2: Lil
I be the trill fam, nigga don't the youging
You don't kno how I'm coming hoe let a nigga run it
I'm like a monkey out the zoo, I'm a Jordan tennis shoe
It's a southside from jimmy lou, the illest shoe
I kno my fam niggas oh they gon ride for me (ride for me)
And all ones who ain't convicted
Oh they take for me (take five for me)
We fucking bad bithes don't with them sadd bitches
Don't like lil bitty we fucking with the phat bitches
Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I my knot be way fatter
And if you fuck with me you hear that tatta tatta
We cut up and and we show out from bently to
A nigga a punk a bitch we
We shining on them yeah we grimmy a mothafucka
Climbing on them we grinding like a mothafucka
Drink yo liqour I'm a sip my cold cup
You can be outta town I'm a make you put them fours up

How many you sold, I won't with you when you drove
So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you here
how many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove
So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't trill
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to folks
Y'all be creepin in road, I'm a get you outta here