Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leanin

[Intro: DJ
Studies say humans forget 90% of dream
Upon the first 10 of waking
They say most people don't even remember 99% of the dreams they ever had
As dream chasers the exception

[Verse 1: Mill] Hundred grand large on the watch, blessed
Quarter mil for the Mulsanne,
All my niggas cash checks
And all y'all look mad stressed
And we even made niggas mad yet
Cause next I grab, I'm a grab jet
I go Bugatti, with a bad bitch beside me
Nigga hotter Wasabi, get that ass wet
Young niggas hard in the streets
We ever know to call the police
Got for the twenty five K
Sounds a bargain to me
niggas getting money
In the Bent, leather looking like to me
And I know what no line look like
Hundred bad gettin' all in with me
Get 'em all in for
Started, with a quarter ounce of hard rock
And now I got a lot of
If a nigga the foreigns, got a car lot
And everybody money
But ain't showing numbers like the call block
And all I do is money
Fuck pretty ass hoes, and car

[Hook: Mill]
nigga I'm leanin', leanin'
Young nigga, I'm leanin'
Puffin' on strong, gold, bad bitches
Looking Nia Long I mean it
Nigga I'm leanin',
Young rich nigga, I'm
Sippin' on promethazine that
My team got all season
I'm leanin'

[Verse 2: Travis
Mmm, -- damn near spilled my semen (straight up)
Had a twenty-twenty my wife
near see my demons (La Flame!)
Loose furs,
For the of money, it's a leaner
Vatos their nerves, as a bird niggas on the curbs
Let 'em put a and did a Macarena
H-town niggas spilled Crush on my jeans
Never go far no bitch with no condoms
they can cover the lease on my beamer (straight up)
Ahh, you know, Louboutins touch my hoes
Let's go down in Ibiza
We get cold, you need no coat
Motherfucker, I'm
Don't talk to me, street niggas
Think before crossing me
Meek, these niggas shit can't last long
Why these motherfuckers keep me
I'm leanin', for a you had me
Then the I caught it when it passed me
Oh no (straight up)
Somebody pass me a and a double world cup
Motherfucker, motherfucker...

[Outro:
See we trap, before we was rap
And we was, trappin' at rap
Shining on these hoes, life
This we live now
out the pop
Italian on the flow
You me
Stepping a mil nigga
(They say money rule the
You can't pay God it)
Step your game up
Or lose bitch nigga
It's just that

Yeah, we
We out there gettin' money
So you can't fuck everybody
Cause everybody ain't at you level
So the that don't understand you
They up motherfucking hating you
So you know you gotta do
You hate those motherfuckers too
Fuck niggas
Fuck they mommmas
They daddies, they aunts, they
And little tee tees, too
Ayo, a dick
Mill, let's get it