Luyện nghe bài hát Leanin

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Leanin', sittin'
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I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sideways
I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sideways

Big boss of that damn nawf, grab the mic straight, run his
Candy blue, what you see me floss when I pull the Lac up out the
Lookin' while I hold the wood on the slab shit's understood
Hit the stash, up the hood, boys gotta see me stunt for good

New car, new ice, it ain't shit, I can pay price
Niggas ain't living like the lives
what that is and I say that twice
I tip the 4's and flip the roads before album got shipped to stores
Boys betta keep they lips before they punkass get exposed

I done showed the world how the boss hold, or foreign I floss those
Drank and dro, got me floss mode, a hundred on the toll road
Pimp and Bun, runnin' right behind, pieced up the grill shine
Ten years, still putting it down representin' for H-Town

Michael Watts got the beats slow, Slim Thug the streets throwed
Brains straight to be blowed 'cause Rico got them sweets rolled
Now ask them the streets know, the big boss man got it locked
H-Town man shout that out
I'm up in heaven with Pimp and Pac

I'ma young ghetto boy that's why I act way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sideways
I'ma young ghetto boy why I act this way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sideways

Snow the mack not the myth, the Pimp
I got the gift to break a bitch, twenty thousand behind my
A hundred thousand on my neck every that I step out
Bought the red thang from Chamillion, paint swangin' in the drop

I keep the pussy drip drop wet Lamborghini, fuck the Vet
Top let's get it on, I'm the real bitch, he's a clone
Smelling like Bar 9 cologne, billion dollars out my microphone
Slab crusha, dome busta, promethazine mixed the tussa

We call it banana split, choose a pimp hoe I'm
Wrecked the bitch, bought the red
I got a too that's what the fuck I said

And I dropped an album yet
Spend my dirty money, don't the check
If the rap game die, I buy some
And keep a young bitch that will pull up my skirt

And when the bitch get enough, her pussy
Tricks to see how it works
I love the money, she the fame
I gotta leveled head she piece of the brain grain

I gotta three way on my cingular
She gotta four [Incomprehensible] hair
Between her legs, I'm you
And she pay her daddy and what it do

I'ma young ghetto boy why I act this way
Rollin' in the car, leanin', sittin' sideways
I'ma young boy that's why I act this way
Rollin' in the car, leanin', sittin' sideways

It's Bun B, the man and not the myth, ridin' on them 4's got the fifth
I push one button on my start up my slab and my trunk will lift
I got the gift, I got straight from God, it real, never fraud
From P A T the land of the Trill so when out I'mma come out hard

You the name and the resume, my G-Code files is documented
Rap-a-Lot for life down with the mob represented
Don't play games because I got the change
To put it in ya mind and on ya brain, you'll leak coming out the
Die where you standing and plain

gangsta baby not a baby gangsta, I'm overgrown and it's understood
Slim the boss, C the Pimp and I'm Bun the OG to run the hood
We got the good and the flower, or soft, get it rock or powder
But ya shit when you hit ya lick
It don't come with a textbook

And the power and the
So fuck a law dog and a fed
I'm the south and we got the crown
And you can't get it until I'm dead

Heard what I said and rewind
Play it back so you can get the
Coming in that candy slab
Grippin' on the and you know I'm leanin'

I'ma ghetto boy that's why I act this way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sideways
I'ma ghetto boy that's why I act this way
Rollin' in the candy car, leanin', sittin'

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