Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Leaving Trill

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I qotta fully automatic, dats a hundred
You already kno the story, lil niggas owe me money
I came out here got on, I'm on acting funny
I left them niggas alone I felt the jack was coming
I shoot up to Atlanta, I be rollin the strip
They be on e I'm tip, I'll chill then I'll dip
Up above to the club, to 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 big ragedy we be stackin
We be packing them big put you losers on a platter
Make some up to St. Louis, then get Nelly on the telley
Watching belly shooting dice and thousand on the seven
Seen in Chicago fuck it yo showed me the club
We went in and popped some bottles, everybody me love
Ain't no telling we goin and it don't matter where we was
Mane I can go ever the fuck I want simply because

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

[Verse 2: Lil
I be the fam, nigga don't forget the youging
You don't kno how I'm coming hoe look let a run it
I'm like a monkey out the zoo, I'm like a Jordan shoe
It's a southside from jimmy lou, the illest shoe
I kno my trill fam niggas oh gon ride for me (ride for me)
And all them ones who ain't
Oh they take five for me (take for me)
We fucking bad don't fuck with them sadd bitches
Don't like lil hoes we fucking with the phat bitches
Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I mean my be way fatter
And if you fuck with me you hear ratta tatta tatta
We cut up and and we show out from to phantoms
A nigga a punk a we stamp'em
We shining on them yeah we grimmy like a
on them yeah 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 records you sold, I won't with you when you
So I don't kno how you roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them
Y'all be creepin in road, I'm a get you outta here
Fuck how many records you sold, I won't with you you drove
So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I leaving trill
I kno you niggas hoes, be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you here