Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leanin

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

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

[Hook: Meek
Yeah I'm leanin', leanin'
rich nigga, I'm leanin'
Puffin' on strong, getting gold, bad
Looking like Nia Long I it
I'm leanin', leanin'
Young nigga, I'm leanin'
Sippin' on promethazine nigga
My team got money all
I'm leanin'

[Verse 2: Scott]
Mmm, leanin' -- damn near my semen (straight up)
Had a my preacher wife
Damn see my demons (La Flame!)
furs, hyenas
For the love of money, it's a
losing their nerves, as a bird niggas on the curbs
Let 'em put a and did a Macarena
H-town niggas spilled Peach Crush on my
Never go far with no bitch no condoms
Unless they can cover the lease on my (straight up)
Ahh, you know, Louboutins touch my hoes
Let's go in Ibiza town
We get cold, you don't no coat
Motherfucker, I'm
Don't talk to me, couple street
Think twice before me
Meek, these niggas shit can't that long
Why these motherfuckers keep me
I'm leanin', for a you had me
the second I caught it when it passed me
Oh no (straight up)
Somebody me a blunt and a double world cup
Motherfucker, motherfucker...

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

Yeah, we
We out gettin' this money
So you can't fuck everybody
Cause everybody at you motherfucking level
So the motherfuckers that don't you
wind up motherfucking hating you
So you know you gotta do
You hate those motherfuckers too
Fuck them
Fuck they motherfucking
They daddies, they aunts, uncles
And little tee tees, too
Ayo, a dick
Meek Mill, get it