Luyện nghe bài hát Big Bankroll

(Drell On The Track)
(Goddamn, BJ another one) Yeah
I'm full of drugs and I'm still up, nigga
I'm still in and I'm and I'm and I'm muggin', nigga
I'll a nigga if he ever try to slug a nigga
Yeah, look

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on 223s with my partner hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella
Then had the of 'em all
And I still never chose
that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He that blick straight out his pants and top
Ain't gave that boy no
I put bitch right on his ass

I say murder, we the blow the curb up
I'm talkin' to the where they can't even serve nothin'
I say they all deceased whenever we swerve on
You be on point, we pull up shootin' tryna murk something
One body, two body, three body,
Five bodies, now we knockin' at your
Been in that 'Raq for 'bout a month, these niggas
Straight down with them
Bending with my lit bros
Out at night, get your stole
Harbor freight, use no stove
Mold the shit get it sold
Face the bitch, he break the
I talk that Tar & Ferry, that nigga, I could make my own
We call Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, your dome
I got niggas servin' for me now my mamas used to fuck
That spot you them niggas for to be at, I'm the reason they ain't there
I'm the of the killings season, every month I pay that fair
Nigga know I'm in that car, most time I'm tryna see if they here,

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella
had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm with that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we with that
I'm with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He that blick straight out his pants and top
gave that boy no pass
I put bitch right on his ass

Do she love me or do she me not?
I know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO
I'm like is I'm gon' him or he gon' kill me?
But, fuck, I think I jinxed myself 'cause I ran out of leaves
Man, look, I'm doped up and I'm fucked up, fuck that pussy
Nigga know them jiggas got inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga
Since I was on, who made me?
I ain't go two months killing me a nigga
Let them talk that shit for Insta
tell you I'm a bloody nigga, lil' bitch
Two I split between two niggas, and get it back
Officer, when you talk 'bout selling drugs, I sell verses, you mean
that's the only I got, I serve that shit there back to back
Y'all paint me I'm made of violence
Any case on me refer to back
They can't pinpoint who I
Bring you out like back to back
Make 'em come and the charc, who next?
I want another hat like that
I ten my twin, you better not motherfuckin' that
Every we see you up that
Bitch, you know you bust at

Big in my pocket, okay, let's go
on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella
Then had the of 'em all
And I still never chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we with that
I'm with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick out his pants and top
Ain't gave boy no pass
I put that bitch on his ass

Murder, we throw the curveball
get it, boy, them pussy ass niggas can't say nothin'
(Drell On The Track) We gon' pile up, 'em all, yeah
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Pull up, we gon' spray 'em down,